Beautiful...

I wish I could take it off... But it's who I am... Features representing what lays beneath... As opposing genders have a way about them that wants to bind my hands... Seems being externally beautiful won't allows others to find a reason to believe in me... As if they can't ever seem to get past the candy shell... Therefor I crave in the wait I stand within as the mirror knows the truth... People can't dig into depths as the surface is their only use that they refuse to tell... In luv with the representation of a shallow mind playing with vanities cure... For I to found their wall that lacks the trust it takes to free intentions wanting to play... I'm uncomfortable with others bcuz they have trust issues knowing how they are... N there's times I can literally see the relentless bs spread through the expressions upon my face... As tongues get tied up with words that influence actions forced to feel past the skin... Claiming what talks beyond the shadow of a doubt is anything more than the same ol same as they too are afraid to be friends... They come n they go n others follow their lead acting the same ol way as the one before them... Making for an uncalled division of difference mentally done in its inevitable end...