Flip The Switch

I can hide behind my books and music and writing and

God-

-knows

-what

-else

I pour myself into when yellow is brown and purple is black.


But suddenly there are no more pages,

and the song ends,

and the ink runs out.

And then I'm right back wearing my red dress and black shoes,

and serenity is closer than I ever imagined it could dwell.

Because you can't run from your own scrutiny

your own arrogance

your own insecurities,

your own imperfections,

When you belong inside your own skin.