this skin is too big for me
i have tried to make it smaller
to be quiet and polite
out-of-the-way and good
i want to be a music box
folded into the neatest cube
and playing the sweetest tunes
and I would be so good at it
but i would only have one song
i am more of a cassette player
if you teach me some songs
i will sing them back all day
i hear a lot of songs:
jingles from commercials and
tiktoks and the radio and CDs
but there is a lot in between
there is a lot of being a person
and it stresses me out
a lot of talking and working and thinking
and trying to find the right song
this skin is so big so empty
that it echoes at night my heart
beat in my ears my brain screaming
in a space its afraid to fill
Loved the last 2 stanzas. So much depicted in so few words. It feels like a metaphoric poem so much on expectations, how we look at ourselves, and so much more. Thank you for sharing.