Random Thought Bubbles

I am ugly in this shell
That I've filled with what I
Thought I wanted.
I've draped my shoulders with
Honey-coloured memories,
Yellow with age and decay.
Painting my face because I
Am not what the world accepts
Superficially, I am fine.

He prefers to disappear
I prefer to pretend.
It's time to move away
Into a new town, city, place.
Some other reality to call 'Home',
Some other voice to answer,
Some other monster to tame.
But always, a past
To run away from.