Within Myself

Jul 31, 2025

Shards of glass pierce my heart.

I bleed, staining the pavements as I walk.

Red amplifies my pain, while acid rain strips

my skin of another layer.

Naked, with nowhere to hide, I crawl inside

my shell to escape the stares of onlookers who have

never seen anything so real.

They view my vulnerability as weak until

I raise my voice above the noise.

In a world of manufactured beauty, I have no wish to

be anything but me.

I turn my back on the crowd and walk back to my

sanctuary, the authenticity of myself.