I like me better with all my clothes on
Layers upon layers in hiding
I can hide all the constant reminders
That I'm not worth the wondering
Jeans high and hoodie down
I like me better without you around
No one can tell me how to pose
While I'm covered head to toe with all my clothes
YOU ARE READING
A Mess Of Words
PoesíaI tried to make sense of it all. But I've always failed to come up with an answer. So I sat at my desk for hours. Figuring out how to write it all down. In a way where I only knew. The understanding of my perspective.
