My own skin

The loneliest place, looking at your own face in the mirror,

Nobody else is around, no sound, just your own breathing,

There is nothing to say, nothing to hear, no company, nobody near,

Just you on your own with your TV friends, your mind stagnating,

Some can handle the isolation, they thrive on their own, alone,

Not you, you need the company , you need social interaction,

Every wall screams its silence at you, and chills your mood,

Feelings of doubt and negativity, not a day for mental satisfaction,

The opposite, in fact, a dark and down day, no matter the weather,

A reflection of your twisted thoughts that eat at your soul,

That bring you down on to your knees, in a kind of supplication,

The emptiness inside, mirrors your surroundings, stuck in a hole,

Your own skin, you would shed, if you could do it, but you can't,

The memories of your past locked inside you forever, secure,

Never to be forgotten, never to leave you alone even in your own home,

But sticking with you through everything, through your past, and your future.