Under the Skin

from my highschool writers journal. What does it mean to be me? Are their others out there who want to be free? I see through my eyes and think with my brain Yet wonder what its like to feel others pain To see what they see, to think what they think To feel as happy as they do, and feel them as they sink I exist in this body, the one I was given But I would be happier granted another? I want to know what its like, to see me as others do To have you see yourself as I see you This may seem strange, but I know I’m not alone I know I cant be the only one who wants to see past the bone Im told all my life to just be myself But do you truly know who you are Do you ever think, do you ever wonder Who you are when you look under Under your skin, inside your soul The true self, under it all I hope im not the only one who has these feelings, all these thoughts Of what it is to be me and all I have brought I hope you read this, I hope you understand I hope you’ll walk beside me and take my hand I hope you help guide me through my life and all that I do I hope you ask yourself what it means to be you. i must have wrote this like 10 times in highschool before finally thinking it wasnt shit. hope you like it, it was frustrating to get this message out, but i really needed to.