It's just another layer of suffered skin burying my emotions deep inside,
For each layer of suffered skin, is a layer of hurt, pain, & tears I have cried.
For each hurt I grow a layer of suffered skin, which prevents people from pouring goodness in.
Each layer of suffered skin I have, also makes it hard for me to pour my goodness out.
Layers of hurt & layers of pain!
Why me?
Hurt trapped beneath these layers of suffered skin.
Wanting you to reach me and to lessen the pain, but allowing you to venture beneath these layers, feels so insane.
Could you handle the truth?
Could I trust you with my heart?
Mind matter - cognitive recall,
Pause, rewind and we are back at the start.
Existing beneath this suffered skin,
makes it more difficult for you to reach my heart!
The unfortunate twist to this poem you will see, is that I can't reach you, and you can't reach me!