Murderer Guilty! I killed an innocent, reveal the truth I must repent. In front of this jury, ready for judgment. Give me your ears as I tell you a story of a young girl whom I buried. Forgotten, unseen, no justice, unforgiven. They were staring at her reflection. They laughed for they don’t like her complexion, Dark and uneven almond-like skin, So she covered them all with sweater and jeans. With all those extra skin that she wished she could cut, They asked her to be someone whom she knew she’s not. Let her wear the mask of what they called “beauty”, She gave in to what society told her to be.
11 | Paper Cuts
When it’s late at night and no one is watching, She tried to unmask, naked and bare-skinned. Blood started to flow from the wounds that are unseen. Every scar tells how far she had been.
