Painted Scissors

I just want to be me, free to exist, rest knowing everything inside is seen; The somber parts also need to be kissed, if it's love then there is no in between; Really, can't I simply be who I am? Tired of only being half a vision; Start to feel better in this skin then bam! Intrusive thoughts offer no solution; Snipping at whatever doesn't suit you little did you know it always grows back; What's bitter will bleed bona fide and true; It's a vibe when you linger in the black; Cutting into me I don't need sutures, do not conform me with painted scissors.