My name is Chloe.
An ordinary name
But, I am proud.
I am proud of all the things you choose not to see.
I am more than flesh. I am more than skin.
I am brave
An extraordinary tragedy.
There are parts of me that are ugly,
Parts that I am ashamed off.
Things I regret,
Evil things, that I like to hide.
I walk shrouded in dusk.
Feel free to see it. But its mine.
Don't pretend to know me.
Because you don't.
Look again and really look, really see
and not my flesh.