People have soft and smooth skin
But mine is weak, old and thin
Thin like glass, so thin so old that it may just shatter into pieces
People don’t know how thin my skin is,
They don’t know how fragile my feelings are,
My skin is full of disparity
Full of disclarity
Disclarity of why I don’t have smooth and soft skin,
No one has come up to give me clarity
My skin feels like a piece of wood
A piece so broken that there’s only cracks all around
I don’t know how to be more profound
I take a look around
All these people With smiles not frowns
But me,
I’m just another person who has different skin all around.