please dont confuse
sadness, failing confidence
and practicality
with guilt or inhibition
we each wear our own skin
uncomfortably
though some deny
more brashly than others
to themselves most loudly
i feel like a naked girl
in an overclothed world
and im more than my
less than perfect skin
or just how fat or thin
but its still a part of who i am
im stronger than what i want
but cannot outrun my need
and when i smile
less than perfectly
it follows a frown, a tear
no one can see or hear
im past caring
what anyone thinks
ive my own set of values
debating the world
on its tilted access
and i see things i like about you
even if i dont find admiration
or attraction or trust
i cant share that with
someone dangerous or hateful
as for you i adore
how could i change what i dont like
thats up to you
i know i have to change skin too
what choice we have
is oh so small
why cant we make the most of it all
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