Skin Tight.

I'm afraid 

Of living 

In my own skin.

The air around me

Is free,

but the air inside me

Is so tight. 
With skin as frail has mine

I could only hope to break out

Without breaking myself.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

You portray the feeling of isolation very well in this poem, the struggle to maintain sanity and the struggle to free yourself from the misery of being trapped in your own skin, or your place, or whatsoever it symbolizes. Well done.

[stars are far]

yes, thats a thought that hits the mind many times..
you done that well