To answer your question,
You want to see inside my brain, so here
I’ll let you in. Connected are my eyes.
Not only Amblyopia, but shaded like
unpleasant rust and typically puddling,
becoming blurry with tsunami like waves,
caused by disappointment the mirror reveals.
Lower is my mouth. Filled with twenty-eight
diverse stones. Covered with plump, salmon
shaded sacks of fat, creating a deformed
expression, accompanied by quotations
formed by meaty cheeks. Higher are my
friendly caterpillars. Unmanageable with
a tint close to obsidian, yet my oversized
forehead draws the attention away from it
all. To answer your question, no beauty lies
beneath, nor is there love existing strong
Enough to blind you from the monster
looking back at me. Do you see what I see?
To answer your question, I’ll make it
crystal clear. I’m appalled at what I see
and images validate my claims, but
your mutual feelings are what I fear.