Under my skin is
a story told on mute
laid out for the deaf to hear
and the blind to see.
Sometimes i wish there was a reset button
then looking back wouldn't be an option,
but here i am ripping it off
accepting vulnerability as my motivation
using the dark days as my new page
to write off the lie portrayed as the truth
and look judgement in the eye as if it was ally.
I am imperfect in every perfect way
but i feel as though the world has me pretending
holding a torch under the sun
as if the light wasn't enough
smiling through pain as if my lips are stuck
Its all under my skin
it hurts...but i want to scratch
let the wounds bleed out
so i can wear the scars
with a sense of pride
for i will be able to say
i was once there....but i am working though it.
Under my skin
is a girl who was defiled
tried to commit suicide twice
always felt the need to prove herself
because somehow the world couldn't accept who she was...or is
Its so confusing, trying to leave
when i am only existing.
Talk of a girl who was bullied
always questioned her existence
not allowed to speak up
dealing with dented self esteem
and a need to be seen
Under my skin
There is a boy that i like
but i don't trust love
maybe because i didn't get enough growing up
or the fact that it comes with conditional tags
I hate how my insecurities get the better of me
holding on to a history
that weighs me down
fearing a destiny that is yet to come
living a reality filled with paranoia
always looking over my shoulder
trying to trap the silent whispers
Under my skin
is a warrior who wants to fight back
but is disappointed by the energy she lacks.
There is a scream that wants to be heard
but the mouth doesn't open wide enough
there is a story to be told
but is it the right time?
I honestly don't know.
©Ms.NINA
Frommypen_to_yourhearts
©ms.nina
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