Skin Deep

Photo by Nsey Benajah on Unsplash

They say,

“It’s always dark in here.”

when they're only skin deep

If they could sink through my pores

They would know laughter

seems to rupture my organs

And no, I am not dying

This is what life is like

Joy so near pain

Death so in love with life

It is a cycle

Too beautiful to be imitated

But people try

They love to walk a thin line

Believing they are daring

When they really are mocking

What can only be seen skin deep