Slime

Its inevitable how messed up you are inside. It’s like slime stuck to your skin. The substance rubs off, but the stickiness still prevails. Like the feeling that just won’t leave you alone. Its might wear off after a while, but when you touch that part of your skin accidentally, intentionally, the sticky slime can still be felt. You’ll do everything to hide the slimy feeling from the world. Not let them see the grim substance stuck to you. It’s just you who knows exactly where it is, how greasy it is and how irksome it is to deal with it.
But that’s the entire point of the slime. The intelligible truth under the intelligible lie.