Trapped Inside My Own Skin

Fri, 11/08/2013 - 13:19 -- Damiia

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  This skin is not my own; it's not a place I call home.

Not somewhere I can be me, not a place where I can be free.

Acid rain pierces my heart and tears my life apart.

My skin, black as night, keeps hold of me tight in a cage with no light.

My screams and yells are met with deaf ears.

I'm standing on a ledge waving my hands, but no one can see or hear my wails of misery that have become second nature to me.

Trapped in a well or bound and tortured in a cell holds no candle to my pain.

I am trapped in my own skin.

What hurts the most?

I am alone and have none to blame but myself...

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