KNITTED TO MY SKIN

 

the spite, the grief and their sadness 

are well knitted to my skin 

the hatred they dish 

upon them, I will never wish

I stay hurt but relaxed 

they still locate me in my private corners 

let me be, let me breathe 

in silence, I recite the creed 

I am always the target 

they want to incarcerate me in their locket 

but here I am, as free as a bird

to them.. it’s weird 

their gaze’ always watching 

angers brewing, bellies churning 

ask me what I did to deserve this 

they just don’t want me to smile in peace 

their hates well knitted to my skin

stuck to my throat like a fish’s fin 

ask me if this is ending any time soon 

probably until the demise of the moon 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:08am

10 Aug 2026