the second hand as
I waste these breaths
and beats of my heart
living a life meant for
someone else.
I exist in a
permanent state of discomfort
trying to wear somebody else's
ill fitting persona
that clings to me in the most
unflattering ways.
My only solution is to
tear my way through this facade
and recloak myself in the
repurposed strips of personality
I chose to leave intact.
I've never been so naked;
I've never felt so free.