Skin

She told me not to burn the skin.

But i don’t listen to her anymore

No one does, she doesn’t make any sense anyway

She says my boyfriend would pay attention

To me if I acted more like her

But I’ve never had a boyfriend

She looks pretty when the light falls just right

I watch her dance in the mirror

She doesn't know I can see her

My skin wishes he would touch me like he touched her

I take it off to burn for the thousandth time

I tell her it is scaly again, but she laughs at me

“No babygirl, you are so smooth.”