I want to peel my skin away
not just the outer
but the parts that ache beneath.
Strip it down
like autumn bark
until I'm nothing but
a trembling leaf.
Let me carve the shape they crave
reshape the bones
rethread the seams
swap the voice
the smile
the name
make myself a walking dream.
I'd bleach my shadow if I could
burn the memories they wont hold
break myself to softer wood
and chisel out
a heart of gold.
But here's the curse
in every layer:
beneath my revolting skin
is still the same.
The blood still hums
the old despair
my soul still answers
to the shame.
So I stand raw, rebuilt, remade
and hold my breathe
but Love doesn't stand.
They turn away
they always do
like I was reaching out
with no hand.
I tried to be
what love would want
tried to bleed into the mold.
But I'm still me
a silent haunt
a story
never told.
And in the mirror
cracked and grim
I face the truth
I always knew:
No matter what I do to her
They'll never love
what's underneath me too.
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Author:
R.W (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2025 11:44
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Comments2
A proclamation of being oneself and a resignation to this that comes out strong, yet still a question of what lies beneath. Lovely
A heartfelt write and description of someone trying to work through,pain, sadness of the past layer by layer, but fearing that when they get through all the layers, there will nothing to love, well written and expressed
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