I don't feel comfortable, in my own skin
I'd attempt to rip it off
But mutilation, is a sin
I tremble in hiding, from all those I seek
What fevered dream spawned this
When I can't even sleep
I make a b-line to shade me, from eyes
No matter their nature
I feel as they pry
Seeing through me
As they choose to assume
No explanation from me
Understanding, I refuse
Knowledge is power, with which to control me
You'll get nothing from me
No, you shall never know me
How ever could you
When I'm still struggling to be
I know not myself
The self you won't see
