trigger warning: this poem touches on the topic of self-harm. If you are suicidal or are thinking of harming yourself please seek help, be it professional help, a suicide hotline or someone you trust. If reading about this topic makes you uncomfortable don't read it.
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I have a skin that doesn't scar
I guess some would call it a curse
but it makes all your grief invisible
A skin that doesn't scar
A muted cry for help
A canvas you can overpaint
A skin that's ashamed of me
It keeps to itself what I do to it
A skin that doesn't scar
But it still bled when I tore it apart
What a relief and what a betrayal
A skin tougher than me
It doesn't bear the marks I feel
A skin that doesn't scar
A great alibi for my mental health
It hides self-hatred just as well
A skin I want to free
From all the sorrows trapped in me
I have a skin that doesn't scar
I guess some would call it a gift
but it makes all your grief invisible
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Kaleidoscope
PoetryThe glimpses of someone's mind are like shards in a kaleidoscope -diverse and always changing. poetry collection
