Lashes-and-Glitter

Read my body like an open book before you - You call them tattoos; I call them my soul. I cut my life's story into my skin so I'd never forget, Then I covered up with cloth in shame. Now I'm naked before your cold, unyielding eyes; I shiver and wonder if you understand - I'm an allegory, not a man. I never told but now you know - Tattoos and scars – this is my soul.