iT'S ONE OF THOSE DAYS 
iNSiDE MY SOUL LAYS 
iNSECURiTY FOR FREE 
i DON'T KNOW 
WHAT i'M MEANT TO BE 
ALL THE CLOTHES 
i WiTHDRAW FROM MY CLOSET 
i FiND, ON ME, 
THEY'RE LOOKiNG BAD 
COBWEBS CROWDiNG MY HEAD
iT MAKES ME SAD 
i'D LiKE TO SHED 
ALL LAYERS 
BUT WHAT WOULD LiE AHEAD 
LEFT WiTHOUT A THREAD 
WOULD ALMOST SEEM LiKE BEiNG DEAD 
SO i CHANGE ONE, TWO, THREE AND MORE TiMES 
MY REFLECTiON iN THE MiRRORS 
APPEAR iN MY MiND 
AS NOT BEiNG FiNE 
i WiSH THE SURFACES WOULD BE BLiND 
TO SPARE ME FROM HORRORS 
REFLECTED iN MY EYES 
iNSiDE, MY SOUL CRiES 
EVENTUALLY i DECiDE 
iT'S NOT GETTiNG BETTER 
i HiDE BEHiND MY MiND 
GATHER AROUND ME 
A CLOAK MADE OF STRENGTH 
TO FACE THE WORLD 
NOT WHiSPERiNG ONE F*CKiNG WORD 
AND BRAVE 
ONE OF THOSE DAYS

your opinion?

i'm curious.