No one ever said it,
But I understand to keep them hidden.
Covered by my wit.
To me, they are forbidden.
Shoulders straight, chin up high,
People don’t know what’s shoved below.
I look around with my third eye,
And see the lies I leave in tow.
My friends think I’m confident.
They believe my skin is thick.
But I know my insecurities are prominent,
And my bones can break like a toothpick.
I tell them not to care what people think.
I tell them they’re perfect the way they are,
But I know I’m on the brink.
And I care if others stare.
If they see through my skin,
They’ll know where to hit.
I can’t bear the chagrin;
It will become my outfit.
I close off my expression
Because it’s become an indication.
It has led to emotional suppression
Because they are my damnation.