Poetember | Spoken poetry | Scrambled words

4-Skin

I am too soft
And scared of unavoidable things,
So I hide myself
under perfect peach skin.

I am a body
With bone,blood and flesh,
But no life or feelings as such,
Am I supposed to be just a skin?

If yea then which one should I be?
Happy and cheerful or a cry baby?
A strong girl or a scaredy?
Why Ain't being a peach skin easy?

I am tired of this rotting skin
And waiting to shed,
I will still be soft
But your lovable will be dead.

Let's shred the wrappers off
And reveal our real soul,
This perfect peach skin
Is just a layer after all.