Stripping down the heavy clothing worn by words,
we all stand naked in our misconception.
Ashamed of the nothing we wear in voices and faces,
covering with our hands the things we're most
embarrassed about showing, even to the ones love.
Underneath a cloak of conversation
we hide the truths that we can't share.
There are not enough words to explain what we feel
when we stand in front of a mirror looking at every
square inch of our own bodies.
And there is not enough clothing to silence the screams
of every atom in our skin when we speak to each other.