I squiggle and squirm
Trying to find a place
Inside this suit of skin I wear
Try to display my feelings on my face
But no matter how I shift and slide
There is no room for me here
In this skin in which I hide
Where I live with my fear
I wonder constantly
How does everyone seem so comfortable?
So happy and free?
In their very own skin
How are they different from me?
I see them walking
Confident
Hips swaying
Moving with no consequence
How can I love myself
If I don't even feel comfortable with myself?
In other words,
How do I love a stranger?
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
I squiggle and squirm
Trying to find a place
Inside this suit of skin I wear
Try to display my feelings on my face
But no matter how I shift and slide
There is no room for me here
In this skin in which I hide
Where I live with my fear
I wonder constantly
How does everyone seem so comfortable?
So happy and free?
In their very own skin
How are they different from me?
I see them walking
Confident
Hips swaying
Moving with no consequence
How can I love myself
If I don't even feel comfortable with myself?
In other words,
How do I love a stranger?
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