Under my skin...

My dark skin,
Has gone through all the facial experiments but has never changed,
Instead became my secret space.
Under my skin,
There are veins and arteries doing hardwork trying to make a dying soul alive
Knowing there is no hope of shine.
My hairy skin,
Is a victim of waxing and a witness of hurtings i get,
But never ever let my pulchritude loose its synonyms.
Under my skin,
there is a heart beating at a normal speed but gets slower everytime it tries to screams.
Screams,that are dying inside every second as they have been there from a very long time,
Screams,that have been seated with a flying dream.
There is also a box of questions trying to find the unanswered answers,
Question that i want to ask many of us,
Question that made me love myself a little less.
Under there,
There are lungs caged in ribs just like me,
Trying hard to purify the breathe in air,
But finding hard to handle my breathlessness.
The shortage of air i experience with my anxiety attacks,
When everytime i feel there is an evil sitting on my neck.
Under my skin,
There is a stomach digesting food,
But there is a graveyard absorbing all of my secrets and lies,
More than absorbing nutrients from food.
Under,
There is a heart that resembles love and need to be loved is buried.
There is entangle mess of memories,of tears and of childhood fears
That is also buried.
There are seeds of the problems and the solutions and the agonies that were left unanswered,
when i thought that those can be the one who will solve the equations.
The equations that were just left because they were not considered important or
May be i was too hard to handle.
My skin has the cuts of knifes and blades,
But under,
There lies a basket of bruises and rashes
That were given by a soft breeze that hitted hard,
Exactly when i was trying to feel the love in the air
A girl partying and laughing all around
You see,
But inside there is a girl who only loves to enjoy the conziness of her blankets,
You will never see.
Under my skin,
There is a girl seated with her half soul trying hard to complete her dreams,
so that she can walk happily on the lonely roads.
Under my skin,
There is a brain just like others,
But it has seen the world from almost every aspect.
But,
Under or above
There is a girl who enjoys her mess,
Who does all the crazy stuff.
This is a girl who is not exactly herself,
But finds light in all the lonliness.
A girl who is strong enough to repair her roads,
A girl who is,
Young at age but has an old soul.