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I am not complete the way I am
Sick of being trapped inside this
shell that doesn’t fit
I do not feel I'm how I need to be
The journey to comfort lies with me, the goal is out of reach

Cover pale skin with ink
Replace the flesh with something
worthwhile that I can bear
Force a needle through the flesh
Augment the features with metal bars and rings

Scalpels tear away the cartilage
Re-sculpted into something pleasing to my cold, dead eyes
The pain demands my attention
Distracts from the mental anguish
that plagues me

You try to decide who I am
You choose my life but it
doesn’t fit right with me
Not even I know my true self yet
But what you gave me feels alien
it's sickening to me

If I could tear myself down completely
And start rebuilding myself again
to my own design
I’d turn myself into who I need to be
This journey will take me to my grave

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