trying the shed my past.
To lose this second skin I’m in,
can’t happen fast enough.
To cast off these defaults
that for so long
served as a retaining wall
to prevent the elements from eroding
this thin veneer I wear
for the sake of emoting
and to keep the rest of the world
at arms’ length.
And now that I want the strength
to pull the world within reach
I beseech the powers that be,
to rid me of these defects of character,
these deceptively designed precepts
that are needed no longer.
Because after all has been said and done
I’m not the only one who suffers
from these buffers
I’ve built around myself.
I put them up on the shelf
only to take them down again and again.
Like an old friend that prevents me
from making new ones.
Slowly becoming a loner
I no longer want to be lonely
and as I pull you closer
I find I’m not the only
and that we’re in this together.