I slough the old, dead me
one layer at a time
Slowly exposing the person
I’ve always known I could be -
deep down inside of me
She’s hidden for so many years
Afraid to emerge into the day
Afraid of the stares, the scrutiny
of those who would tear and pick
at my fragile new skin
trying to find the weak
places to get their poisons in, again
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