My Temple

My body is a temple but I was locked outside, robbed of my own skin so I slashed and fought my way back in. I tried to burn through my flesh in order to reclaim what was mine. When I looked into the mirror, I did not see myself. I saw someone or rather something else. And when someone looked at me, they saw a kid with self-inflicted wounds, because it seems I had nothing better to do.

My body is a temple and I don't give a fuck what it looks like to you. You have no idea what I've been through, and I don't have to explain myself to you.