how good (do I have to) make you look

for you to love me?
I ask myself why do I ask myself?
reflexes remain reliable as sandpaper
until it wears away.

I wear a badge that says:
I need to be taken
I look into your face that is not swollen at all.
I think sometimes that it is not like my face.
I believe there needs to be another word for face,
encompassing all faces.

I am invisible to you
unless you look into my eyes
and see yourself.