Layered

 

I wish I could live honestly

And be completely myself

Uniformity transparent

Drill right through to bone

Find the same me inside

As me you've always known

 

But the lies cover my skin

Like scabbed over sores

If I stripped them all away

All I'd be is raw red flesh

Too sensitive to survive

I'd bleed and feel to death

Reviews

[Genie]

You've said it all in your very last line: I'd bleed and feel to death. How well I know this!

Your analogies are strong and compelling because of the -- to use your word -- rawness laid before us. This isn't an easy poem to read and probably wasn't to write, but I've found it helps to write the bleeding away. You've said much more succinctly what I said in a different way in my poem A Point in Time. Different, perhaps, but from the same place where you finish here. Thank you for sharing -- I'm glad I found this.

Blessings.

[Darla1]

Awesome write this is.....it is fearful and painful to know that when the doors are closed and we're all alone we have to deal with what we really are or what we think we are. We mask so much to be accepted, to be loved, known, or liked---and we're afraid to really look within for we're afraid we can't live with who we really are and no one else can either. Sometimes in this world it is the way we were reared or the environment and we take on roles early in life that we have never been able to step out of and one day we realize we don't know who we are....thank you for sharing this....