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...