Layers

Icing on the outside textured to appease

shaped by other’s hands

until all I was in their eyes

was something they could swallow.

Felt so cold and lifeless

even with their honeyed lies

just a clone creation

who web underneath,

slept on clouds and roamed stars

that no one wanted to know

for that layer was their design

and nobody should truly think

of what they didn’t craft by their hands.

 

But inside whirled a wind

a storm of passions and thoughts,

it just knotted up inside

from never having it release

the forced twisted up my soul

because it couldn’t exhale.

 

Now and again it leaks out,

little glimpses of those sobbing breeze,

each breath in sorrow and love

kept within that no one wanted to feel,

so in the layer of that lair

I just curl up in a ball

and dream.