I'm Naked Behind These Walls

I have no armor against the fork-tongued and heart-piercing.

I’m not covered in a blanket of deceit best suited for comfort.

My face is not painted a pretty picture for the ease of outsiders.

My body contains no silicone to hold up a confidence that doesn’t exist.

He ridicules the dearth of body in two ideal places.

She’s exhilarated by the form she possesses over me.

Ghosts of their words attempt to penetrate the walls containing me.

I’m waiting for the soldiers to break down the bricks.

I’m naked here.

I’m naked behind these walls.

My soul is behind these walls. 

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