Peel Away

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
does society make us hide who we really are?

Submitted: November 09, 2007

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Submitted: November 09, 2007



I have concealed my soul deep,
within from the naked eye. 

My mass of skin is a shield of grafted layers,
to defend a trespass leap.

My perceived illusion born within the hopscotch years.

Each thread tightly sewn to withstand a criteria search.
Another mute puppet to follow with silent desire,
afraid to be banished to a world of out cast cries.

My only survival a wardrobe of persona attire,
correctly hung in alphabet order,
complete with accessories,
to climb life's corporal ladder.

I am a faceless mold,
trapped within a regime to obey for acceptance,
of the jury's eye.
as I march the approved way,
the stitches, paint and glue
have started to peel away.

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