underlying insecurities that plague the soul.don't look at me. please. close your eyes so i can escape what i cannot deny.
staring at the glass the figure
hovers. he's looking for a way
but he sees none.
there's no denying what he is.
he accepts this fact willingly, but strangely
he feels even worse. he stabs himself.
bleeding and crying he's scratching what's
undeniable.
he slashes away what he despises.
he sees them as despicable.
he wants nothing to do with them.
he wants to rid himself of it.
what's left of him is paper.
he's crying and he draws his head from his hands.
staring in the glass the hovering figure sees
what he'd just seen.
he stabs himself and shreds away to
ideal-paper. 
! dug deep in the sand