I've got armor seven layers thick,
but sometimes it feels too thin.
Not always, but occasionally,
there are dents in my skin.
They bruise, turn black and blue
But everything can be concealed.
It may take an eternity,
But wounds can be healed.
Nothing more and nothing less,
Do I expect of my skin.
Because the outside doesn't matter,
What matters is within.
All it does is cover, and protect
But it gets torn and damaged
and it aches and sears with pain
When people get enraged.
So ignore I must,
But it's hard to not listen.
I've got ears to hear
So the tears they glisten.
I wish I was stronger,
But I'm so weak.
I tremble and shiver,
But I'm not afraid to speak.
What we do, is our own right
Cause we've all got a choice.
And our own minds,
But most of all a voice.
So speak up,
Don't let anyone in
Trust no one
Cause your skin is thin.
This was influenced by 13 Reasons Why. I wish I had the talent to write poems like the ones Hannah Baker wrote. But haha
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pathetic poetry.
RandomThis book is updated when I feel inspired, or full of words that I need to put out. It's a diary/rant/patheticexcuseforpoetry. Sometimes I like what I write but mostly it doesn't even make sense to me. But nonsense is the best sense.
