Thursday, January 29, 2009

Under Your Skin

Do you wear what you wear
to hide your woes?
That lovely smile.
That skin of yours.

Does it matter if you hate
the things you see?
This shell you polish.
The invisible "me".

Why should it matter—
what they think of you?
Your secrets with their allure
of everything untrue.

The place where you hid
the junk and the mess.
The terrible things you did
just as a test

to see if you could break
what was already broke.
The hand that bit itself.
History’s cruel joke.

But can anything hurt
if nothing's at the core?
No kisses for the boy
who gave nothing more.

The boy whose own skin
couldn't sheathe his pain.
And the man you became
in your hunger to be him.

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