PRISONER

Cracked

I wear my favorite pink underwear.
Nobody can see it. But I'm relieved.
I'm happy to know I'm wearing it.
I know I have the freedom to.

But I bend a little bit too low.
The mirrors see me through my crack.
The pink slips and breaks in to eyes.
They started to stare deeper.

I'm uncomfortable. Itchy in every part of my brain.
You don't feel those eyes like I do.
If stares could kill, I'd be in hell right now.
I'm bleeding but unseen.

Can you all tell?

 Too many days spent in silence.
sat still, 6570 days in hatred of my own skin.
for one could not conquer many,
as the gray cloud could not hide my colors.
Is this the right time to let go?
Is this the right time to speak up.