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Second Skin
the urge is lying just beneath the skin
maybe I can cut it out, just by giving in
remove the urge, cut away my pride
make more marks for shame to hide
despite the people around me, I'm all alone
for no words can cut you like your own
thoughts betray me, say I'm not enough
saying that I'm not made of the right stuff
not strong, not good, not bad, not smart
nothing I do is ever enough to ever impart
a lasting sense of happiness and wellbeing
and all I end up wanting to do is fleeing
from my heart, from my brain, from my life
from everything, but it seems my mind is rife
with struggles and hardships, both large and small
and no matter where I run, I bring them all
I can't run from myself, that effort is futile
and in the end, the solution is brutal
either find a way to fix myself
or live broken and accept what I'm dealt
