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                    A Skin Too Few

I can't block things out, as hard as I try,
They worm their way in, my will to defy.
Things affect me too much, it's sad but it's true,
I'm a sensitive soul, with just one skin too few.

My head's filled with bad stuff for most of the day
I try to find something to take it away,
And most of the time that's just what I do.
It's a barrel of laughs, having one skin too few.

I pretend that I'm hapy when I'm anything but,
I say I'm OK when I'm stuck in a rut.
What's worrying to me is no big deal to you,
But then, that's the trial of having one skin too few.

I escape (when I can) into music and sport
(And drugs of a recreational sort)
But the frustrating thing is no-one's got a clue
About what it's like to have one skin too few.....

                                                                                           
                                                                                       MTJ    15.11.99