In My Skin

My skin is too tight and too sensitive.
It crawls with electric currents that don’t allow it to be at ease.
It prickles and puckers as the breeze blows by and kisses my scars,
But worst of all it hugs and clings to my sins.

The mirror, it frightens me.
All I see are my fears and disdain,
I want to break free of my skin,
Shed it and start anew again.

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