The weight’s always been there.
Now you have the tools
To take control of it!
Glow your face up—
Or blow it off.
Your face is the first they’ll see after all,
And a first impression
Is a lasting impression.
Don’t make them make this your last.
Dig nails into skin
Draw blood
Form craters
Break bones
In hope that the carnage
Will reform into a thing of beauty.
For what?
For naught.
Even the most beautiful vessel
Is worthless if empty inside.