I spent may years wearing the wrong skin, desperate to fit in with people who knew I was an Alien in disguise. I didn't know, though I did, but the loose drapes of skin the lifeless smile and distant, dreaming eyes felt safe. Felt easy. I dreamed perpetually of a better life, as I fed the machine excuse after excuse, self taught lies and dysmorphia of who I actually am. Feeling the discomfort of the needles keeping that skin on me, detaching for another day, blaming the syste