free verse

There's dirt on my skin that will never wash off...like the blood flowing through my veins,it is a part of my that I can never get rid of...like my very spirit or soul,it has attached itself to me,becoming part of my identity,it's part of what makes me me......
but I hate it.
I don't want it.
I hate that part of me.
I can not love my whole selfbecause I can not love that part of me...that part of my history,that past,what he did to me......
There's dirt on my skin that will not wash off...I scrub it,I cover it,I ignore it,but I hate looking at it....it can't be removed,it can't be cleaned off....and I don't know what to do,because I don't want to see myself until it has came off...
What do I do now?
I can't wash it off....
what do I do now....
what do I do now...