My name is Chloe.
An ordinary name
noting special
or exciting
or fantastic
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
kind
clever
funny
weird,
An extraordinary tragedy.
There are parts of me that are ugly,
Parts that I am ashamed off.
Things I regret,
Big
Vile
Evil things, that I like to hide.
I walk shrouded in dusk.
Feel free to see it. But its mine.
Never yours.
Don't pretend to know me.
Because you don't.
Look again and really look, really see
Me,
and not my flesh.
About the Creator
Chloe Jade
Just beautifully tragic
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