Skin deep

What is it like to wear your skin?

Wearing my own skin is something I know well

I have done it for 22 years

 wearing your skin, I know nothing about 

I never grew up with your parents

Well, unless you are Lloyd or Floyd

 your joys and sorrows

I never share shared 

 in your shoes, I have never walked

they would be too big or too small

 through your days at school, I was never there

I don’t know your story

but, I know that you have one

and I know

it is as real to you as mine is to me.

So what is it like to wear your skin?

What makes you cry?

What make you laugh?

How many times have you mended

your broken heart?

How many times have you stepped on a scale

and felt your stomach turn?

What make you cry most

the fact that your father is not around

or that your mother doesn’t get you?

Do you always feel like a failure

or does that come and go?

Do you regret getting married?

Do you wish you could carry your child’s illness?

Do you ever smile?

Who hurt you?

Why the anger?

Does the name calling ever get to you?

Does anyone ever look you in the eye?

Do you have a friend?

Are you afraid of what the future holds?

Are you tired of answering, I’m fine

every time someone asks how are you?

Who knows your story?

Who has heard your pain?

Are you okay like, really are you okay?

So what is it like to wear your skin?

What is it like to wear my skin?

Painful at times yet the scars are healing well

Lonely at times but, the silence can be beautiful

Scary at times yet I have come out stronger

I know this to be true

I have seen the sun come up in the morning

And down in the evening

Some days I wished to end sooner

others never at all

but, all I got was 24 hours

Which come and went.

As much as we can relate

I will never know what it means to wear your skin.

So what is it like?