My skin and I

Like that elegant swan on the river
I promise my family that I shall deliver
One-day grace and purity that lies inside
So my skin and I, should never have to hide

Rain, fall down on this face
Softly, like pretty knitted lace
And wash my skin away
So maybe my soul could say

That sometimes I feel really low
Like every time I smile this happy show
I feel truly…dead
From every secret tear I shed

As if a mother to her baby
I wish myself maybe
Like a bird releasing all my love
To them and all up above

I want them to be proud, of me, my own best
But they can’t help, to take me in jest
Instead I turn inside and write in my heart
That from this earth and my life, I’ll try not to part

Though I cant help but wonder sometimes
Just as non-existent words and rhymes
Have no meaning, if my life was not meant to be
Then maybe I shouldn’t let you see

That maybe my skin and I should not be me.