My Skin

My Skin

From the sound of my voice

The color of my skin

The dips of my hips

And the role you fit me in

i laugh despite the tears

And I allow myself to go there

Holding in the anger

The restlessness

The sheer feeling of hopelessness

Only a shell

But you tell me I’m human

I can no longer stand

The focus I once had is bland

You change who I am

From the sound of my voice

The color of my skin

The dips of my hips

And the box I left myself in

Emotions are too kind

You will get left behind

I am your bad guy

That plays the victim every time

I say I’m not like you

But I’m one of you

From the sound of my voice

The color of my skin

The dips of my hips

And the invisible person I seem to be

It not your fault

That the cries of my voice

The scars that make skin

The fat on my hips

Is the only thing holding me in place?

It’s never safe

It can cave in

The cage I have built

The waiting list I seem to be stuck on

The life that I hate seems to go on

From the cries of my skin

The scars of my hips

The color of my voice

And the brokenness of this