Truth
i tear at my clothes to get them off
only to throw them back on once again
due to the hate
lashing from my eyes in the mirror
so overcome by the fury in my eyes
i'm afraid of the picture
they may paint inside my head
it may be better to only
look the other way
when unclothing myself
the clothes cover me up
and cause an illusion in your eyes
underneath is something
i veer away from
otherwise i will see
how grotesque it is under it all
the truth never is what
you want it to be
under it all is certaintly
not what i want to be
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