the prisoner in my skin

Im a prisoner in my skin,

So long my eyes are red

Burning with salt and tears, 

uneager to stop.

This itch, making me feel sorry,

for what I ever did to you,

Im sorry,

for the pain I didn't cause.

I scream with the burn,

the ever burning pain,

and no one can cure it.

A prisoner in my skin, 

I like to call myself.

So help me feel free,

this prisoner trapped.

Reviews

[Brittany W]

This poem is really relatable, i l've read your writings and they're all so good, this is one of my favorites simply because it speaks the truth, greath job.

[Ourebro.]

What a common feeling, something that everyone goes through in their life, something that you've captured in these lines.