Battle of identity.

This isn't who I want to be.

My reflection anguishes me.

Can't stand my own self.

I hide in my clothes.

Can't aid my own spirit.

Anything goes.

Stand back and watch me decay.

Two opposite souls in one ugly place.

This woman in me can't stay.

There's a battle in my heart but my bruises don't show.

I gave up on myself a long time ago.

I'm suffocating, almost drowning from my own tears.

I'm surviving, as it appears.

Dead, skin deep.

A place where beauty was once thought to be.

This can't be me.

I can't fight it alone.

Although in a crowd that's what I am.

No one is shown.