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Self-portait

I walk barefoot, with wavering steps
carrying on my skin
light clothes made
of all my insecurities

Afraid of breaking apart
under their gaze
I never leave myself exposed,
at the mercy of passengers
of their empty and disdainful faces

Sewn on the skin I carry
my heavy demons
my suffocating insecurities
gathered up over the years.