Insecurity

I'm hiding
I don't know if it's temporary or forever
Isn't it odd?
How we wish to fade,
Cause of looks?

I'm looking in the mirror
My enemy who made me sick
My temple is my grave
I'm not pure me anymore
I'm only broken skin

When you look I wil run
Nobody will see what I see
Cause sour isn't sweet
Doesn't everyone want sweet?
And I wil never be...

I can see you reaching
I'm trying to take your hand
But im falling deeper
I can't see your face so,
in the end im glad you didn't see

Who I really became [/I]