Wrapped in that familiar
blanket, I spend my days
behind layers of silk,
and I see that darkness
enveloped by that lust
and I want the dreams
without the means,
I want the life of
easy and simple,
I want love without
the drama, I want the
passion without the
pain, but I am still
wrapped up in that
silky blanket,

I lay
beneath layers of uneven silk,
find myself drifting into
my dreams every now
and again, unable to
distinguish fantasy from
reality, unable to tell it
all apart, because I
realize now, that those
layers of silk,
hide layers of insecurities

I'm stuck in a body
I'd rather hide
than show, I
conceal my personality with
fear, I starve myself for
distorted beauty standards,
and I hate it
so much that I mistake
my pain for obligation,

so
I cut               the layers
apart,                                  see the avalanche
ripping                                               my comfort to shreds,
stitch it together
when life gets
hard,


Burn
it
to
ash
now
because
I've
learned
how
to
live
and
leave
the
silk
layers
behind