Inhibitions have me biting my tongue,
treading heavy on my heart,
I am made from golden silk and honey,
My skin dripping in gold, and brown, slender
but I hate the sight of myself, cannot look at myself twice,
I embody pain,
this patter of sadness which seems to be embedded deep into this velvet skin
I hold myself like a broken doll,
my shoulders constanly alert, from the noradrenaline at its height,
stuck in my shoulders from the fear,
I find myself a prisoner.
I cannot function ,
I am learning