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In my own skin, I fit like a glove. In my own skin, I look as I always have. In my own skin, I look in the mirror And see someone unfamiliar. I slip into my skin, And it irritates my entire being. I slip into my skin, And I feel like I’m sinking. I slip into my skin, And for so long I wriggle In order to lessen the struggle. I move in my skin, And the material chafes all over. I move in my skin, And the resistance grows stronger. I move in my skin, And it doesn’t seem changed at all To those who don’t look and never see me fall. In my own skin, I fit like a glove. In my own skin, I look as I always have. In my own skin, I’m screaming for my life, and no one’s here to listen.
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
In My Own Skin
In my own skin, I fit like a glove. In my own skin, I look as I always have. In my own skin, I look in the mirror And see someone unfamiliar. I slip into my skin, And it irritates my entire being. I slip into my skin, And I feel like I’m sinking. I slip into my skin, And for so long I wriggle In order to lessen the struggle. I move in my skin, And the material chafes all over. I move in my skin, And the resistance grows stronger. I move in my skin, And it doesn’t seem changed at all To those who don’t look and never see me fall. In my own skin, I fit like a glove. In my own skin, I look as I always have. In my own skin, I’m screaming for my life, and no one’s here to listen.
Written on my 17th birthday, November 11, 2009
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jennifer-cheung
American
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
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