Obscenity

The crease between our forehead and eyes brows
Holds confusion and question
What have I done to make you look at me like this?
All the lies I told were for your own protection!
This was so you wouldn’t get hurt!
I lie to your face, and your crease becomes deeper
You are angry with me now
So I’ll cry and put on a show for you
Make you feel like you’re really getting through
And then, when you think I’m all better
I’ll go back to the way I used to be
Obsessed with beauty
And the obscene vision of what I should be