A poem about shutting out the world and living from within yourself.
My bruised shirt
and stained skin
blue and black
I wear like war paint
to ward off those unwanted insiders
that twist words around my eyes
I only see feelings
and I feel nothing
Slipping into the dark corners of
my battlefield
I wear my skin as a shield
protecting my shirt
from the war that tears
at the delicate fabric
I won’t let my stitches be known
I will fight for my pride
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