Thickened

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My skin is not thick

The words that fire from the gun that is your mouth
Burn my flesh.
Each syllable that passes your lips
Haunts my mind for weeks
Plaguing my thoughts during restless nights.

My skin is not thick.

The smallest prick from a pin
Would pierce the walls of this
Restrictive skin
That encases me in a
Body of discontentment
And heart ache.

My skin is not thick

It is vulnerable to attack
And easy to penetrate.
The blood gushes out of the wounds
Words have sliced into me.

To stand on my feet,
On my own,
Against this world
That has battled to beat me down
I must.

I must become strong
Find that strength and power
I've always aspired to have.
I must remain strong

And so it thickened.

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