I want to leave this skin,
Tear it away,
And be reborn.
Take on another face,
Live in another place.
Have a blank slate.
And try it all over,
With different people
And a different attitude.
But this skin,
Won't come off.
I tear,
And I cut,
And it stays.
This face,
No matter how much makeup I put on,
Is always recognizable.
I change my clothes,
But they treat me the same,
As if nothing has changed.
Can't they see,
That I want to not be me?
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Poems/Six Word Memoirs
PoesíaThis is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.