Shedding Skin.

I’m the boy in the corner that sits alone, afraid to strike up a conversation with the most innocent of people.
He’s the boy on the floor clutching his legs, wrapped into a ball, because he’s slowly losing his mind.
I’m the boy pacing in circles, nervous of his father coming home, because he just might be overly drunk again.
He’s the boy, that’s finding friends in lighters, and razors because he no other way to cope with life.

I’m the boy walking around alone in the dark cold winter night, running away from his home because I’m afraid to even let my guard down by sleeping.
He’s the boy that fakes his smile just to keep his friends happy so they don’t ask too many questions.
I’m the boy that keeps all his bad feelings to himself, because that’s how he was taught from the crib.
He’s the boy, with a lining of thick skin covering his body with scars, burns and gashes all memories of each night he let his guard down too much.

I’m the boy barely making it to the surface of life, because he’s too afraid to face reality.
He’s the boy that falls in love too fast, and he regrets it in the end, just because his heart gets smashed shamelessly in the end.
I’m the boy, that plays his guitar effortlessly, trying to desperately to escape the fate that rushing towards him.
He’s the boy, that writes to keep the pain from hitting him headfirst. He writes to stay happy.

I’m the boy that hates his image, I hate the way I do everything.
He’s the boy that a perfectionist, or a little below it, he’s the one that has a hard life, and is still trying to fight the clouds and darkness ahead him.
I’m the boy that started self abusing in all aspects because of his damn father that thinks less of me because I happen to like girls AND boys.
He’s the boy that was anorexic, and scared his friends to death when he was in the hospital for a month.

I’m the boy that sings the day away, to tune out the constant fighting in my house.
He’s the boy that excels at school, despite of his horrible home situation.
I’m the boy that wants to get away from life at some points, but stays because I know that I’ve made impacts on people that I just can’t let down.
He’s the boy that’s a horrible insomniac, and every hour that passes without sleep, he lies awake thinking about him.

I’m the boy that fell in love, suddenly and doesn’t look back ever since.
He’s the boy that blushes so easily when he talks to his boyfriend that he loves because he is now his world.
I’m the boy that looks forward to talking to my boyfriend everyday, because, he lights up my darkest days.
He’s the boy that loves every little thing about his love, and wouldn’t think anything less of him any day.

I’m the boy that’s starting to make friends, and actually living.
He’s the boy that isn’t ready to face anything concerning his father, but he’ll be preparing for it.
I’m the boy that loves his friends, everywhere and everything about them because they help him through everything.
He’s the boy that’s lucky to be alive.