You and I both have spots like a ladybug. Marks across our skin, freckles, moles, and blisters. You and I both have scars, scattering our skins like the stars.
We have teeth, like any violent creature does. Biting our way through everything. I bite and bite, and tear at the sight when you have been bitten. Hypocrisy, isn't it?
The sun, radiation seeping into my skin, setting blisters deep within. Makes me feel as if I am in the sky, so the turnout is worth it today. Today I stay in the sun, seeing you frown, watching me drown in what I have done to myself. Today I stay, pushing you away with all that is wrong.