The stories on my skin

The stories on my skin sit perfectly, unable to move, impossible to get rid of, just how they are in my memory, I'm different to most people, I'm not "pure" my skin is inked with stories that I have never told anyone and didn't think anyone would be able to figure out, until he came along, the true beauty, the man that figured out every puzzle, he solved every riddle, and he was just like me, he too felt alone on a room full of people, because none of those people understood his pain.