Residue

Pen and pencil within my left hold

Projecting the scars my heart holds

Smearing every word

It's becoming incomprehensible

I can see the residue

On my skin

A reminder of my imperfection

I go to cleanse it

Staring into the sink

Almost head deep

Avoiding my reflection

I will see their disaffection

Through my own eyes

I wish the ugliness was only within

Where at least it could be hidden

The residue isn't reducing

It's only spreading all over my hands

And up onto my body

The water isn't helping

I grab the bleach from beneath the sink

Turn on the shower as hot as it could be

And pour it all over me

It's burning but I keep going

This body needs disinfecting

My skin is blistering

And melting

It's just the sickness leaving

But there's one last thing

I pour the bleach straight into my eyes

I'd rather be blind than watch my demise

I will no longer get sick to my stomach when I see any part of me

This will be my peace.