Glass Dagger [♪]

I made myself a scar

Because I had a wound,

And it was painful —

A stab in the center of my chest,

Ugly, dirty, infected.

I tried to open it,

Sort the shards out,

Clean myself inside.

I picked up my skin

Like it was spikes of a porcupine

Or horns of a cactus —

Something that

Was not supposed to be there.

I guess I'm not a plant, nor an animal,

But my whole existence feels

Like a mistake,

Like I'm not supposed to be here.

I tried to paint myself —

The pain among the art,

Over my vesture.

I made a gesture

To my inner shadow

To let them know that I'm aware.

I made myself a wound,

And it was painful,

But the wound I had before

Was aching further.

So I had to move my claws

And do something about it.