The Skin I Live In

This poem was written by a dear friend. I wanted to publish it so that it may inspired her to see her poem online and she may write more and improve

Like a cloth covering some naked body,
So is my skin a cover for my soul,
I live in this skin yet it feels so detached,
Oh god, do I really like the skin I live in?

But when I am angry, I take a piece of that skin,
I cut it and watch it bleed.
No, it does not hurt anymore,
But my skin faces the consequence of my unsettled soul.

I look at the mirror but this time,
I can't meet my own eyes.
God, I have changed so much that it
Terrifies me to look at the monster I have created.
If I ever try to stare at it longer,
I am afraid I will never be able to take
Another glance for the rest of my life.

When it is time to move out of the house,
I decorate my skin with some jewels,
And some powder to mask my insecurities.
I slowly watch as my skin transforms,
And becomes a body who I don't know anymore.

My mind never coordinates with my body,
I think one way and my body does another.
It is my body which faces the consequence.
My mind just looks at the body one last time
And shuts itself never to open again...
Oh god, do I really like the skin I live in....

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The poem shows a great deal of insight. The speaker is obviously a very introspective person who is quite aware of inner conflicts. I am wondering if stanza 2 is meant to be taken literally or as a metaphor. If it is the former, then some kind of professional help is needed. The use of skin as a symbol of the inner consciousness is quite imaginative. Well done.

PS: Do a spell check on the 3rd word of line 1.

[Ghost47]

Thank you for your wonderful insight. The second stanza is purely a metaphor. Or atleast I hope so.