Layer after layer,
skin everywhere
peeled from one another.
As the layers are gone
so are the burdens with it.
Everything’s lighter now.
The peeling, indeed tough,
but the result much better.
I identify myself as an introvert. Much of my life I believed I couldn’t walk up and strike a conversation with anyone. Why would anyone ever want to listen to my awkward words. So I stayed put. It harmed me most of all. I closed myself to opportunities and ideas that could not just interest me but enchant me. I’m thankful the jobs I’ve taken up somehow requires me to break the barrier by peeling my own skin. Painful it was and it still is, but I enjoy it better. I know how wonderful things can be. I look on the brighter side now.
The Wordcastle 
I really loved your poem. I can identify myself as introvert too but I hope we could talk more and more.
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thank you so much Sabina Ma’am! =) Yes, same here!
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