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I am nothing, I am no-one.

I wear the skin of something disgusting.

I mimicry, I convolute,

To hide that I'm not absolute.

I could be someone, I could be something,

But in my own skin I feel disgusting.

I guess it never really ends,

When all I do is pretend.

I wanna break, I wanna bend,

To fall apart and reinvent.

I tear them apart,

And put myself together.

A brand new start,

Skin to leather.

I see, I do,

I make it true.

You don't know me,

But I know you.