What We Can't See
Skin that stays and skin that hides,
it's something we cannot see,
but something we feel inside.
confused as we can ever be,
this cannot be right,
I am somebody I am not,
will this soon end tonight?
the outside counts while the inside doesn't,
don't you agree?
something feels distant
but this is something we cannot see.
it's something we cannot see,
but something we feel inside.
confused as we can ever be,
this cannot be right,
I am somebody I am not,
will this soon end tonight?
the outside counts while the inside doesn't,
don't you agree?
something feels distant
but this is something we cannot see.
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okay, so this is a poem for my language class based on a fake identity art piece i saw at an Art Show. tell me what you think.