Wash your mouth of all your lies erase them from your tongues

If only you could see inside and see past all your lust

Your words they sound as soft as silk, they stick to me like dust

Your dirty lies they stab me like a knife so full of rust.

Yes, like rust, they poison me, they kiss then bite my heart

They feed my ego what it wants, do nothing for my dark

My ego grows as does my sin I tear myself apart

For what I see, you cannot see, the truth, myself, the marks.

Yes, the marks that your remarks I use to simply cover

They act like scabs to a wound that can’t be healed by any lover

They stop the bleeding for a moment, leave the wound down under

They act like a poisonous crusty cap and crack my heart like thunder.

Don’t tell me that I’m beautiful, I’m special, I’m important

Or shall I take a knife and on my face cut out a portrait

Shall I carve and replicate the scars I’ve so long hoarded

Shall I paint the truth outside so that it’s not distorted?

So one last time, I must insist, don’t smother me with lies

I wish outside I were as hideous as the man inside

For if you loved me then I might believe there is a light

A light which burned through all the darkness swallowing up the night.