The Way I Am

we often see ourselves as imposters

but I the most

I think

living someone else’s life

on the edge of a cliff

how could they want me enough 

to keep holding on

to graze my back with their fingers

to stop me from jumping?

It’s like I’m the backroom of an old house

I’m barely used but to store old furniture and

to know it will still be there in the morning

someday they will all see through

the satin laying atop my skin

throwing shadows against my bumps

and my curves

to make them seem intentional

like i am this way because 

i chose to be

i dream of them

finally exposing me

who i really am

pulling my satin sheet away so fast

it burns the skin underneath

leaving it red and calloused

gently used up and thrown away

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

A deeply thought provoking write... You have used very detailed thoughts here that makes the poem more meaningful and catchy... I like the word choices in it and the poetic voice... Well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman