Under my skin, there is more than what they teach you in science.
Under my skin, there are hopes, and feelings.
Dreams surface like breaching whales. They come to my surface, and right when I can finally see them, they fall right back and sink down, not to come back up for a while.
Under my skin, there is a feeling of loneliness that won’t ever leave.
Under my skin, emotions dance and fly, never sure where they are headed. They swoop and slow, brake and build back up, but never go away completely.
The feeling of being misunderstood floats aimlessly, grabbing my hair and pulling, forcing me to face the lonelyness.
Under my skin, is the hope of a pen scratching paper, writing successful words. Words that will touch millions of people and fill empty hearts.
Under my skin, the darkness sinks in randomly, not warning when it will take control and cast my mind into a sea of lost hope and broken dreams, rude words and sad, confused feelings.
Under my skin, the stress and emotion will build, and it’s the most I can do to keep it from exploding onto a tearful bomb.
Under my skin, there’s bitterness towards life. Hate for all the people who have ever judged or categorized me. Hate for people who are able to get emotionally attached to things.
Under my skin, there will never be ease. It will always be a jumbled mess of numbness, dreams, hopes that are cracked and shattered, and feelings so tightly wound I can’t unwind them and think about what they mean.
That is what is Under My Skin