Skin I'm In

[souledoubt]

This is the skin I'm in,
it contains all my sins.
This skin is scarred with
tales of the past, this sin
is mine, the end is past.
Who is to blame for all this shame?
Is it all just an epic blame game?
When I look into the mirror
is the face I see still the same?
Will we ever learn to discern
truth from facts, facts from fiction?
Truth and fact may look similar,
but one is subject to experience,
the other to knowledge.
Each can garner its own recrimination,
but I am interested in elimination.
Can truth be erased?
Changed?
Edited, perhaps?
Who decides, who gets the vote?