Self-Despoiled Youth


Sitting alone
Knowing what I have done
I am thrown
Never having fun
Putting on my long sleeve
I cover up when I can
Counting the days I grieve
Kicking at the time that ran
I sit in my ruined body
Noticing my skin bereave the
Gleaming youth I disembody 
Despoiled of my beauty by my own hand
I certainly see no hope
Singled out in society
Opaque is my condition
Running to my mind
Down to a dark place
Embarrassment permanents 
Remaining forever in stain


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