Your Own Skin

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!