My skin
My skin is like a book,
you open and read at night,
when you're awake about some "whys",
and you try but can't close your eyes.
My skin is a biography,
it tells how I survived,
through rough and crazy times,
I kept my head held high.
My skin is like a home,
beneath there lies a heart,
the one that is so broken,
but still beats just as fast.
My skin is like a paper,
where you keep on writing stuff,
awful or great or scary,
they always stay there carved.
My skin is like a blanket,
that you use around your house,
it fills my soul with such warmth,
that beats the evil's freezing cold.
My skin is silk and steel,
it's soft but can't be scratched,
through years it's gained such strength,
that you can't just take away.
My skin is glass and brick,
transparent, nontransparent and everything in between,
don't be afraid when you get closer,
cause sometimes you won't see a thing.
My skin is like a shield,
that keeps me from getting hurt,
with time it's got so thick,
no one can break it now.
My skin is confidence,
my skin is self esteem,
and now immune to your words,
I love the skin I'm in!
07.02.2019
AnahoJ
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Heart full of Passion
PoesiaJust a couple of poems written when the soul had had enough and the only way to calm down, was to get rid of the darkness; Turn it into Words and throw it away onto a white sheet of Paper...!
