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.
We are, more than what we present ourselves to the outside world as, we are, the sums, of, all our, parts.
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Too true–TaurusInGemini!!!
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