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
