I feel like an alien trapped in the skin of this world. Learning their customs trying to belong.
But deep down I know I am purely different.
My similarities are only skin deep.
Under this skin is something no one can understand.
Try as they may.
My hard shell guards my soft underbelly.
I am vulnerable without these precautions.
Only in the secret place of mine where wind is strong and the air is soft.
Will I shed this skin of mine.
Show who I am to the unjudging earth.
Where music shapes my heart and emotions run free.
Shifting eyes and lingering glances
They suspect my indifference.
I would go home if I could.
No place is my home.
No place to belong.
No place to be free to shed this skin of mine.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Girl Behind The Mask.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?