There is hole inside that is still digging my soul

That trys to see what’s inside

But it’s insecure, so insecure to be itself

It hides my body, every part

The stomach, the legs the beauty that’s left

Beneath that surface is pain, that is still crawling, trying to eat me , give pain and let it stain

It’s trying to see me, what I am?

Who I am? And why I am?

Beneath that surface is confusion, weird emotions

The droplets of tear

The scratches,and the scar

It’s so rough, feels like a bluff

Faking every move,it’s so hard to explain

Is this true?? To let it stain