The worst part may be

That you are right
And somehow
My mind is making itself sick

I should've known
I would never meet someone
Who would meld to me 
Like liquid metal
And reinforce
Eveything I believe
Because my beliefs are not right
Or good
Or beautiful
I know this

It's difficult
To point to yourself
And say 
This doesn't make sense

I like to call the things about me that are not ok

by other names
And say they came from other bodies
Other places

We always exist more cleanly
More easily
Without our skeletons hanging
Outside our skin

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

Be a very odd relationship if two people shared ALL the same beliefs and had the same traits..they would simply sit there all day...NODDING at one another...I found your poem very interesting..We all have something to hide

[thespaceinmybed]

I hadn't thought about it that way, you are right

[Dr. Wood ?]

Well that's cool...I rarely am

[thespaceinmybed]

Haha I doubt that

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

So succinct and profound! I love the conversation with yourself, with us all, that relate to us on such a profoundly personal level. The last stanza is killer!

[thespaceinmybed]

Thank you very much