Skin

I try to pretend it doesn’t get under my skin

That I don’t itch for it to go away

That I don’t let anything bother me

That I can hold my temperament

Saying that I don’t get angry or upset

But I lie

Everything goes under my skin

Like there’s a big gaping wound that everything goes into

Like there’s an entrance for issues

And words

And looks people give

That get to me

That carry spears to go for my heart

While my brain tries to not freak out in front of everyone

When inside it’s a hurricane

I try to pretend I don’t care

When I do

I care a lot

A lot more than I show

I try to not let your comments get under my skin

I try to reply with a quick comment back

But I can’t think

I can’t think of why you would say that

In any given circumstance

I’ve been called many other things

I save them in my hidden album

Things I don’t want to uncover

But I’ll always remember

And yet I don’t think I’ll ever understand

Why you said it looks like I have an eating disorder

Because that got under my skin

Because it hurts me deep inside

It hurts how you think that

Why do you think that

And it hurts how

it will always get under my skin