Stuck

So much fucking time just slips away,
and I forget when things happened,
and WHY they happened.
Am I beautiful?
Even in a jagged kind of way,
Or am I just an ugly bug,
Ready to be stepped on?
Can I close my eyes
against this
in an attempt to make it go away?
None of us are real anyway.
We're all fake in one way
or another.
In my world, it would all be different,
But this is not my world,
This is THE world,
and I have the strangest feeling
that I don't belong.