My Skin
By: Sofia Anderson
My skin is a reflection.
People look at it and judge.
They see what is on the outside,
Not the in.
My skin is a tree stump.
With all the lines it shows my age,
Each line makes people look at it different.
My skin is a time machine.
When I look at it,
The memories take me to a different time.
All the scars show a different time and place.
My skin is a window.
When opened it let's things come out.
Although when it is closed,
Valuable things are concealed.
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