Like an Eskimo, I wear many layers
I am kept hidden away
Safe from discovery or attack
Each layer represents insecurity
I put on more layers
I want to stay hidden
Unnoticed
My layers act as a security blanket
Hiding my true self
I protect my body, guilt and shame from being ousted
No one can know
Hiding keeps me isolated
Disconnected
I wish I could remove a layer
Even just one to start
Without the layers I’d be free
No longer imprisoned
Set free