#myskin
It doesnt fit
Theres an itch,
like a wrong suit and I'm pulling at the sleeves
To relieve the wrong ness,
Because it shouldn't hurt this much.
It shouldn't look like hand me downs and disaster,
like patches and a picked at lack-lustre lie
But it is, and I sit in it like the youngest.
Not my style, not my choice
Not my face or how I feel
This unrealness is someone else's.
The pattern is loud, proud of its garish
Flambouyance, as it shows off the ache
The geometric shape of my sharpness
Against the soft of sad
How it frames the sag around my shoulders.
If only I were older,
And time could take in the waist
Sew the hems and make
Me fit
Somehow this is my skin
How am I supposed to wear it?
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 11:10 AM UTC
It doesn't fit
it's my size
it's not my style
shouldn't I be comfortable in my own skin
why is it hard to breathe here
why do I feel like a prisoner
Constantly being bullied by my reflection
She doesn't radiate light
She triggers internal reflection
you will never be
you will never be
you will never be beautiful
she reminds me
I am tired
I am tired
Tired of every day being a walk of shame
maybe it's time to out the flame
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC