I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin

the werewolf

is trying to claw its way out

the alien

wants to be understood

the child

doesn’t know where time went

the man

is dressed in clothes that don’t fit

the many layers of skin

that die

and get pealed back

Ugliness

and Beauty

deep within

I get cut and tired

I am more than wrinkles

that won’t vanish

I’ve been burned

and not by the sun

My freckles

are constellations

and if you try to connect my dots

new spots

appear

My birthday suit

stretches

but it doesn’t show-off

my character.