"Don’t mind me" by Amanda Pape

We don’t realize we’re fading into the walls

Until it’s too late

You peel away layer after layer of

Paper maché flesh

In hopes of brighter colors underneath

In search of Something rough,

Or jagged,

Or ridged

Until you’ve stripped yourself away,

Bored into the plaster,

And come out the other side

And the other side, you ask?

Don’t get your hopes up

When was the last time

Something wasn’t 

too good

To be true