To the point of disgust and fear

I want to burn

Brand every ounce of my skin

Scar myself to disgust

Keep others from looking at me

Judging me, hating me

I loathe so much of myself

They have no idea how I see it too

And so, I want to burn every ounce of my skin

My face, hands, neck every ounce of it burnt

Tears will have lost their meaning

Pity will not be for me, ever again

Hatred and fear will keep them at bay

They won’t dare make a martyr of me

They won’t dare make me a joke any further

After all, my skin will be branded, scarred

To the point of disgust and fear.