I forgot my face today. I start seeing past things, disconnecting, not really being there. My flesh fades and loses it's golden glow. I looked at my legs today. Strangers. Pale and unfamilar.

I am pale and unfamilar. Not a bad thing, just not a comfortable thing.
I have to learn that beauty isn't necessarily attractive.
It definately does not lie within the peripheral shell of what, but who.

Help me see,
Them and me.