today I'm wearing my favorite sweater 

not because it's flattering, or pretty

but it covers my skin

miles and miles of milky skin 

coating my bones and feelings in an ivory paper

my skin is supposed to protect me

but sometimes I feel like cutting it off

cutting myself open

to lay my deepest insecurities bare

I'm drowing in the thoughts that my skin covers so snuggly

they itch to get out

scream to be seen

but today I'm wearing my favorite sweater 

and it hides my paper prison