In My Own Skin
I hate the way I feel inside
poison infiltrates the mind
my body's numb a final breath
'cos there's nothing left
in life... but death
I see the sickness ruling me
shattered hope
and broken dreams
as hopeless as it's always been
I just can't live in my own skin
cos danger is my middle name
and my first and last
is hate and pain
a sense of worth
that's bound by shame
with hatred's running thru my veins
a living grave
an empty soul
life has finally took its toll
its left me marked
and dead within
so the light inside is burning dim
battle scars
run wide and deep
I just can't practice what I preach
I never take my own advice
and always pay the highest price
my will to be
is dead within
I just can't live
in my own skin
Copyright © George Lawson | Year Posted 2017
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