Trapped In This Skin
This Skin I’m in
Oh, this skin I’m in
I’m trapped in this skin,
Skin got me trapped in a cage?
So thick but so thin.
All words stinging
Like bullet wounds.
Words? Actually.. the stares and the fear
Pierce through my skin like the first minutes of getting your first tattoo.
Tattoos LOL.
This skin I’m in
It’s tattooed over my flesh.
Over my soul.
Over ME.
Trapped in this skin, EYE was locked away.
EYE, the ME you cannot & choose not to see.
Yet trapped in this skin, I’ve gotten comfortable.
Comfortable with how to navigate this body, this brain, & the workings of this world, to be able to protect this body.
Trapped in this skin, I recognize this is it.
This is me.
There is no cage, but the world thought they could trick me into thinking there was one.
Trapped in this skin, I can see there is no trap.
Maybe some mindfucks, but that’s about it.
This skin I’m in.
This OH SO beautiful skin I’m in.
No longer trapped by the cage beautifully crafted for me.
No longer caged in this body.
No longer attached to anything.
With this skin I’m in
I am free to just be.
















