Your Own Skin
How many skins do you put on each day?
Don’t pretend you don’t—I know how you play
There’s one skin for the person you just met
Then there’s the other set
The one you wear with your friends, so they think you’re fun and carefree
You keep a plethora of skins to make you appear as you wish to be
For the boss, you’re conscientious and clever
When work is done, that skin you sever
You put on another—this one sizzling, bold, and ready to party
When the weeknight’s over, the skin that goes on that makes you look hardy
Tough, in control
No one’s going to see how much it hurts—right to your soul
Your skin covers the emptiness inside
Do all those skins really help? What if you moved them aside?
Peel away the layers of skins—quit trying to be everything to everyone
All that playacting was way overdone
Give yourself a breath, a brake
Just be yourself for goodness sake!