Skin

I’m trapped inside
This skin you’ve made
It’s much much worse
Than any cage
It moves with me
Wherever I go
I used to guess
But now I know
I can’t keep living
In the dark
Can’t have a fire
With no spark
I can’t keep pretending
To be who you want me to be
I can’t keep wearing this
It isn’t me.
My wings strapped down
My mouth taped shut
The chains made of iron
The ground made of mud
I so want to be
Myself again
So one day soon
I’ve got to shed this skin
It’ll be painful then
This I know
And it’ll be a hell of a show
But when it’s all said and done
I’ll show my true self
And fly towards the sun.
This skin you’ve put me in is getting too tight

Published by E. Lexi Abbott

A free spirit and a wild soul. I am a writer who is seeking the inspiration found in the crannies and nooks of life. My goal is to combine the world in my head with the world around me one page at a time.

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