skin?
my skin doesn't fit me.
it looks like it does from afar
but its all gooey and
it doesn't hug me in all the right ways.
but then again is it like that
for everyone or are my senses undeceiving?
is it tailored for everyone but
me?
or is it imposter syndrome and its just my
desire to be
diFferent"
i will know once i'm inside the skin of
another
until then i will feel unsolved and lost
never forgiving my flesh for being a
bad
foundation.
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