My Skeleton

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My pale skin covers my skeleton 

And my skeleton holds my vital organs

Most vital of all but constantly in battle

My head and my heart at a stand still like stubborn cattle

They are constantly at war as I sit in silence

Taking penance

Which on do I listen to?

I can't choose

I'm a spectator of a two front war against myself 

My feelings dusty and covered on a shelf

I can't help but wonder, where do I go from here?

These internal tears are pushing me under

 This can't be

No answers to my questions because of conflicting opinions 

These minions inside of me drowning in the blood of a battle that has no end

I can't pretend to fit in with all these insecurites

I'm all alone to my bones

The bones of my skeleton that holds my vital organs

The skeleton under my pale, pale skin

P.M. Altman

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