Naked

Once you strip

To the core of your insecurity,

Unprotected in the open

Field of sun and sand.

 

When it´s you and the mirror

Enclosed in the cubicle.

Too close to ignore.

Too bright to stare.

 

Anger.

Guilt.

Isolation.

Shame.

 

Some will say you worry too much,

As if you were a frivolous girl.

Some will say you stopped caring

And let yourself go.

 

Because after all,

You should just be “you”.

When within catalogued pages,

They will fuck you too.

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