Ah this skin I’m in is faulty
I can’t seem to get it off me
Claw away at my humanity
Still I lay here quite imperfectly
Ah this mind I own is broken
Too aloof and quickly stolen
Like the wires are untidy
And a meltdown is quite likely
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but so is true for everyone
for every mind has been undone
and there is not a mind to spare
but only hearts that need to bear
for pain and strife is all around
and we are forced to kiss the ground
but strength is found inside of men
and we can always rise again
-haha just wanted to add something, since you also gave a nice comment on my post.
That is epic. Good show! 😀
I was just thinking of this the other day – That we are stuck in our own skin and mind and we can’t escape. Thanks for another post!
Thank you 🙂
It is a blessed curse, this perfectly flawed humanity…
even small verses can give an intense feeling. that feeling of needing to get out of our skins is too true to believe. sometimes when we are ill, we would give anything to get out of our tired worn sick bodies.
this poem conveys that idea perfectly. the narrator longs to get out of his/her skin or else risk insanity. nice poem in the end.