poem

i wish i wasnt who i am. i wish i could shed my skin and become someone else , leaving all my issues and problems on that old dry dirty skin. but it clings to me , the skin never flaking away or peeling up. the skin underneath so healthy , practically glowing , stays hidden away , lost under this old dry dirty skin. my feelings bubble up and present themselves as blisters trying so hard to get the skin to pull away but it just grows back over. treatment and oils scare me. what if i burn ? what if the top layers of my skin rip off leaving my perfect hidden skin to bleed and bleed ? what if when the air hits this perfect hidden skin it stings and recoils , having to be hidden under bandages ? what if nothing can make my skin peel away and im doomed to be stuck with this old dry dirty skin ?