I wrote a poem once
About how I didn’t fit
In my skin
Maybe I had put too much pressure on my skin
To confine me
Maybe all of us do
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll be someone else
All day
I’ll be the littlest bits of me
I’ll be all of it, none of it
Not worry about words for it
Words just divide us
Shy
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And the day after you can be someone else, and the day after, and the day after…
There’s always a new day, a new persona, a new value, a new moral, a new idea, a new rule…
the constant of this world is change!
I left pieces of me with a friend in Europe!
B’utiful – a small lil’ big word
life – for a romantic
art – for the connoisseur
child – for the parents
B’utiful – how beautiful
that poem is cute i like it and can relate to it
hey it looks like you like flowers..eh?WEll God bless and take care..LaterZ!
being comfortable under your skin is an overwhelming task. if you’re perfectly comfortable in your skin, that’s a miracle. of course, there’s times of uncertainties.
One day you will find one and you ll be one.
In Amreica, a new study has determined that 25% of all Americans are morbidly obese, not just fat, but bursting at the seams. They are definitely putting too much pressure on their skins.
LOL on notforprophet!
That is so true!!! I just love that poem! It makes a lot of sense to me. Have a great Sunday evening! 
and {{{Hugs}}}