Using products that contain hundreds of toxic chemicals, I cover my freckles and clear restlessness some call dark circles.

I scrorch my hair with the heat of a thousand suns, to change the way that it is naturally done.

I put on a t-shirt three times my size, to cover up a body I try hard to hide.

I walk out of my door only to find, that there is nothing but utter darkeness outside.

I then take a breath, a sigh a relief, knowing that my face, no one can see.

I hear a voice, not too far, so I walk up and say, “I’m Sam, and you are?”