My skin doesn’t fit me
It doesn’t feel right
It makes me feel puny
It’s uncomfortably tight
It pulls at my chest
Always filling a void
If I were to confess
Leaves me feeling annoyed
Created with good intentions
Of fantasy and hope
No longer can be mentioned
As they dangle from a rope
Thrown to send a rescue
As a signal of despair
Somehow I missed the cue
With nothing else to wear
I find myself alone
Lost here in my skin
Ravaged to the bone
Where no one can get in
The weight of me is gone
Still lost here in this skin
It chills me to the core
To learn, it may never fit again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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