March 30th, 2013 1:13AM
You see, it’s always words that undress you.
They undress you more than the peeling of your own clothing.
The difference, is that the words peel off your skin.
Your skin covers up your insides.
It hides away the childhood traumas,
the scars from the abusive dad or boyfriend,
the nightmares that you’d try to dissect once
you realized they weren’t real,
trying to figure who the pro and antagonist was in the nightmare,
just as you try to figure it out in your own life,
and which one you are, yourself.
Your skin hides the cracks on your heart,
to cover the times it’s been broken and disappointed
time and time again. And you can’t tell if the glue you use
to fix it isn’t working, or your trust in people who claim to care.
It hides the sad, almost unbearable loneliness you feel
when you’re trying so desperately to fall asleep.
You try to run away,
from the torturous thoughts, the heartbreaking memories,
the frightening flashbacks, and to
hide from what goes on inside of you.
But no amount of skin can take away what’s inside of you.
But it can hide it from others.
And you’ve seen me naked in every essence.