Skin
The thoughts of hoping no one is looking, that one second that the true you bleeds through the color skin that creases your skeleton. The very skin you write on, little random notes to no one, staining your skin, for days sometimes...
On the outside the imitation of someone walks around everyday, Pretending to be you. Acting around the people you hopefully think are friends. Action as if nothing could ever bother you.
But have you ever thought that Skin needs a break sometimes, That it's tired of acting for once in its life?
When ever this feeling is coming around the Skin is at its weakest period.
For one day (sometimes) every who knows wen does the Skin retreats for itself to sleep and abandons the you it was hiding.
That is the one day you walk around pretending to be the skin that was usually there. Trying so hard to not act like the true self you are so desperately trying to hide, scared to show the real you, you pretend to be someone else.
The Skin is still tired,
So it stays sleeping
and you are left
to fend for
Yourself...
On the outside the imitation of someone walks around everyday, Pretending to be you. Acting around the people you hopefully think are friends. Action as if nothing could ever bother you.
But have you ever thought that Skin needs a break sometimes, That it's tired of acting for once in its life?
When ever this feeling is coming around the Skin is at its weakest period.
For one day (sometimes) every who knows wen does the Skin retreats for itself to sleep and abandons the you it was hiding.
That is the one day you walk around pretending to be the skin that was usually there. Trying so hard to not act like the true self you are so desperately trying to hide, scared to show the real you, you pretend to be someone else.
The Skin is still tired,
So it stays sleeping
and you are left
to fend for
Yourself...
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Authors note: Just about how sometimes you feel tired of acting like someone totally different that who you really are! Hope you enjoy and please comment!