I don't leave my room
Without reaching
For my jacket
Some go down
Past my knees
Others are short
Some are dull
Some are bright
And shining
The thicker, the better
It hides more of me
And my insecurities
I don't do it
To hide any scars
Those are on my legs
I just have too
I must be covered
From head to toe
Now it's getting hotter out
But I won't take it off
Not now, not ever
I would rather
Have hyperthermia
And be dying of heat
Than have somebody
See me go without
My protection
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
