Is it human nature to melt?

asking for a friend…

Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash

Read for free on Substack

I sit down…
Breathe.
Try to center myself.

I’m a sinner myself,
Entrails trapped under a sinister pelt.
Ones I don’t trust.

This human skin just like the earth’s crust,
Barely hiding us from the hell that birthed us.

But who are we?
The self we create from the pain.
A hollow shell,
One that melts in the rain.
Runs away and see all my life in a stain…

I use my pain as the paint.
Cover up who I am ,
try to portray who I ain’t.
the fear of not being enough
Is a specter I just can’t escape.

Lurking over my shoulder
Won’t forget what I told her,
Even when the words were just scribbles and fakes.
Instead of let the rain take it away,
I’d rather struggle and scrape.
Plot an escape…
But remain stuck,
Diabetic man eating the cake.