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Covering, protective layer, skin
For the body is just a house that the soul lives in
Covering, protective layer, skin
For the body is just a house that the soul lives in
My eyes, my lips, my nose, and my eyebrows; not too thin, too wide, just the right amount of narrow… For me to be me my looks are a great deal. I am different and lovely, perfect to my own appeal.
My sister chronicled her life in pictures
Of sports teams, school dances, and friends
Plastered across her walls.
My brother chronicled his in memorabilia
From sports games, movies, and family trips
Who am I really? I bet you really want to know. But would that be a good idea to even share and show. Sharing the true me, is really hard if you see, which is why I sometimes push away people and tell them to let me be.
The first cut was the deepest
I look at my scars and all i saw was fear
I let myself drown in all the sadness and sorrows
Yes it was harmful i admit
But it gave me a way to cope
Deeply conflicted I cry out for help inside
Nowhere to escape there’s more to me than meets the eye
I try to run from self but from self you cannot hide
Deeply conflicted on a never ending ride
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
He stands hollow and meek
Bear witness only to the façade of the curtain
It hides his faults, concealing truth,
I'm looking around
I see the world is a wreck
Nobody wants to work
They want that welfare check
Wondering why their kids don't
Have any respect
