Polka Dotted Skin

My mind filled with thoughts
The pressure tangling up like knots
My skin covered in dots

When I look in the mirror I see my polka dotted skin
I remember when all the children would say I belonged in the bin
I cried so deeply as my mother told me I was a sin

She never cared or tried to laugh
She always wanted me to collapse
Collapse into a void of mere mishap

I was often bullied for my polka dot skin
I never liked the way it had been
It always stayed and never hid

I tried all the methods to remove my dots
Though every time I did it would grow in spots
I've had this condition since my mother took those shots

I can't help but look this way
The only way would be to put an end to this fog of gray

By taking one or more pills
I start to see the beautiful hills
The hills my mother brought me to when I was a little filly

She'd call me a spotted horse
Every time I cried in remorse
I hated it when mother and father divorced

I chugged down the pills faster than I could
By the time I was done I was already in adulthood
I saw my life flash before me as I shaked and turned begging for it all to really be falsehood

I never flinched when mother beat me
It was all a silly game when she said I had to agree

By the time I had gone through it all my mind became blank
No longer filled with a full fish tank
I felt free as can be with all eyes looking down at the girl who seemed to just be a prank

Then mother walked in and stood at the door
She looked as if she saw boar

She screamed and cried 
And I lay away seamlessly dead, hoping that one day I might be confined

And it all was because of my polka dot skin