My Shiny Rusted Face

I thought it must be Squeaky Clean The World I Shined for All To See My Truth a Lie of base Identity: I’d scraped off all the Ugly Parts, Burned out both the moles and warts. I bleached my Soul; I bleached my Hair; The smallest effort never spared. I took comfort that you Envied Me, For once you thought you glimpsed in me Something; All I sought to seek, Willing to Not Seek a Thing. If I could only Feel Again, No Lengths Too Far I’d Go To Steal Your Trust: I’ll Sell You Gold And Leave You Rust.