All my life
I have been unwrapped
My ribs glossy-exposed
My lips made of glass
They have told me to learn
And I have taught myself to listen
While ignoring what is important
Along the way learning what is gold does not always glisten
Licking my lips in anticipation
My nails bitten to the bone
My art shows my anxiety- my anticipation
I try to hold my heart out but I sink like a stone
In his arms
In her arms
In their arms
In my arms
If you find me let me know