Love, is just the outer shell

I wander to the bathroom
Ive just woken up
my hair is all over the place
but who gives a f**k

upon a scrutiny of the outer shell
i notice a gleaming spot
The contaminated area confuses me
I Scream out to my mother
But she doesn't answer
She is still sleeping
its 6 o'clock

I begin to shave, covering the unwanted in foam
The moist cencation pleases me
wishing my face would stay white
but not like an albino

i gently remove the foam, a piece at a time
slowly removing a fragment of myself
cutting myself every time

The blood upsets me, in a peculiar way
instead of removing the unwanted
a had begun to decay

The construction site which is my face
is annoying me as hell
do i start a weird unwanted diet
or coverer it up with Loreal

The foam didn't seem to work
now my face is red instead

I head into the shower
to heal my wounds
the water running down my face
cleansing my entire existence

the wounds wont seem to heal
My face is still covered with scars
i look down and see the blood gathering at my feet

and then i wake up.