Here, there's no such thing as being bare.
It's less than rare.
It's nonexistent.
It's only fair.
Humans just don't possess that kind of care.
They're not capable of handling such truth.
Of cherishing such intimacy.
In this world it's weak to be naked.
It's frowned on, where it should be sacred.
It's made fun of & wasted.
Turned from & degraded.
Maybe if it wasn't, more would be vindicated.

But we're not.
We're medicated.
We'd rather be sedated & faded.
Then be invaded.
But why does it have to be an "invade"?
Because you're so scared of being a cliche?
How dare everyone have the same band aid.
Or the same problem.
You think that'd create a bond.
Where havens could be spawned.
Where emotions wouldn't be yawned.
But maybe you could look beyond.. yourself.
And see where you both correspond.
It's called a "bond"..

But, of course, that's a dream.
An unrealistic theme.
Not even your spouse will let you see a tear gleam.
Will let you hear their scream.
But would rather teeter on a mental balance beam.
Because this is our theme.

This is our way.
Keep every feeling,
Every thought at bay.
A way to push away.
Say "I'm okay".

Rather than be transparent.
Rather than it be apparent.
That all this suppression,
Is why we're so incoherent.. to each other.
Why we don't understand one another.
Leaving each other.
To find another.
Another who has the same issue?

It's not an issue.
It's called life.
It's natural.
But we're made to feel it's not.
"Stop being crazy", it's what we're taught.
"You need to see someone", a lie we bought.
Therapist are making quite a fortune off our emotional blood clot.  

All I'm saying is expression might help.
Expression might be the key.
Maybe there'd be less shootings.
Maybe there'd be less divorcees.
Because you'd be surprised how much can be mended with a listening ear & a small amount of empathy.