Standards

They told me, as I tore the skin from my body, 
that I was beautiful
I looked at the pieces of flesh, bloody, 
in my hands. 
They looked down at me, 
and told me to put it back. 
I reached up and touched my burning eyes
Tears dripped. I hate to get emotional.
Couldn't they have mentioned, couldn't they have said?
Before I ripped myself apart 
They wanted so much
I have nothing left to hide