I'm not too skinny
its just that my bones huddle together
shrinking from the cold winds of societies glares
they pull my skin tightly over themselves
like trench coats
protection from the worlds disapproving stares
my bones are just scared
they try there hardest to stick out nicely
but are left to clink together in an empty casing
they are not happy with the mirror they are facing
so when i am alone and i look at myself my bones hide
they are tired of seeing themselves
i think they are trophies
each one is an addition to my collection i give all signs of affection
to my bonified reflection
my chest is a set of dusty shelves
my body an empty cabinet
they say I'm skinny but I'm trying to place
all of my bones in this empty space.