What I wear

I wear a deep purple line around my neck
As a permanent reminder
I wear my hair shaved
In remembrance of an act of defiance
I wear my shattered ribcage most elegantly protruding
As a reward for fighting back
I wear the latest trend of train-tracks down my arms and my legs
But do not worry, I did not do it
I would wear my heart where it should be-deep inside
But I have been told I am heartless
I bear a variety of crooked limbs and angular joints numb with pain
They mend, they break again
I do not know what I wear on my face
But I know it is not a smile-because smiles are meant to make people happy
Of clothes I wear nothing
In a vain attempt to take my dignity

I wear a multitude of sins that I have paid for at too high a price
They are mapped upon my broken body
Every deed I have done has left its mark
So now for my greatest sin of all
I will be punished eternally

I will not wear anything the Devil makes me
I am in hell already.