terça-feira, 26 de março de 2013

Skin

This desire to shed my skin
To rip and scratch it off
As if it was nothing but paper
Wrapping me around
Tying me bound
To a place I don't want to be

And the hummingbirds sing
Laughing at me
In their mockery of my face
Of my desperation
Of my attempt to be one
I want to be

They laugh at me trying to go
Where I need to be
Knowing that I will 
Always be here

I just want to shed my skin
Start anew and fresh
Somewhere far, far,
Far away from here