Naked
We're all out of clothes
The cold weather is freezing our skin
Shame
Nobody is ashamed of their body
Except me, I'm not thin
Everyone is satisfied with their looks
While I look at me with sad eyes
I don't have what I want
I have a chest that I daunt
I convince myself that my sight tells me lies
But the lies don't satisfy
And it's too cold for long cries
Naked
We're all out of clothes
The cold weather is freezing our skin
Shame
Nobody is ashamed of their body
Except me, I'm not thin
Clothes I need clothes
A sweater to hide my chest
Wide trousers to withstand the frost
Or maybe a warm vest
That'll do, but then I'm different
Different from all the rest
I'd be hiding like prey
My identity suppressed
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
