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Layer Upon Layer

Posted by Mary D'Alba on Monday, May 17, 2010, In : Poetry 

You can't see me.

I have layer upon layer

surrounding me.

They are all different

colors, shapes and sizes,

hiding me, keeping me safe inside.

As time as gone on,

I can feel them getting heavy.

I carry them around anyway.

They get old, they fray, they tear

but I hold on to them,

these layers.

Because, well, what would happen

if you see me?

In fact, what would happen

if I actually saw myself?

I'm not sure what is underneath anymore.

As I have been hiding from you,

I have bee...

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