some poetry I wrote befor i left my ex

Shedding


shedding
Current mood: artistic

my life and myself has been but a skin that i could never shed. To look in the mirror and wonder what is under it all. To stare at myself and wonder why it has come to this. To know myself but to be an uder stranger. Only those who are close know the real and true me. For them to see things that i can not. I wonder if its all been a sham. To lie awake and shudder at the thought of living a lie but not knowing how to be true to myself. As i write i see the scales slowly falling and wonder what is underneath it all? Will it scare me or will it feel like home. How many layers do i have to shed. Will i be able too? That is somthing unknown. To live life in udder pain and feeling lost can not be my only future. Hoping that my true skin will finally give me some inlightenment or will it bring only more confusion. Do I think that life is only a pain that we have no choice to endure or do i trully belive that there are some joys that can come only if u can reach out at wrap yourself around them. Joy seems to be repaled my me. When I have trully let myself go and let my soul speak out I hope to find peace. I can sense the crawling feeling under my skin now. It seems like im trying with all my soul to be the person I was ment to be. I feel like there is a change that I can not see but its there fighting to be seen. Peace is what i seek and leaving behind the bounderys is what I hope to embrace. My heart achs for the touch of a true soul. With no trust comes no peace. That is why I have to let go of this tight and painfull skin. To meet people that or my equl is my ever ending journey. Oh to be free of this skin to finally strech and sigh with joy of the hope it brings.
By
Amorette