Stranger In My Own Skin

I feel the commotion
Of human emotion
The words that they all speak

A tale of constant stress
A tale of no rest
Of shadows haunting me

She became relieved
When someone else came
To take her thoughts away

I look behind me
And all around me
The shadow isn't mine
But a stalker's
A stalker of my own kind

Now I'm drowning in a sea
Of constant stress and doubt
I thought I had the cure
I though I made it out

I know that I can't win
When I'm a stranger in my own skin

My pulse now is pounding
The sound is surrounding
The blood rushes in me

My words come out quickly
The anxiety tricks me
Into guarding all I have

My mind will break
My body shakes
Why can't you leave me alone?

I want to cry
I'd even die 
To escape this constant fear
Can't you just leave me?
Just really leave me

Now I'm drowning in a sea
Of constant stress and doubt
I thought I had the cure
I thought I made it out

I know that I can't win
When I'm a stranger in my own skin

Life's not how it used to be
It's changing due to you
I'm gasping just to breathe
It's hell because of you

I want to fit in my own skin
Is that really such a sin?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Koven Avatar
June 23, 2013 at 8:16 PM
I like your poems. Your skin, my skin. No stranger than life itself wrapped in the melancholy of things not ever fully understood. There is a part of all of us who don't quite know what to make of it.
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