The answer could contain three letters, starting with y, ending with s,
but if I may, I’d like to take a wild guess.
The answer is no. Yes?
Confusing it may be, but that’s what I’ve been feeling for the past year, or three.
I never understood what went on with me, perhaps it was the peeling of my mind and thoughts.
Layers began to shed, shunning away the naivetey and gullibility I once bled.
Of course this is a good thing, but it left me drowning in a pool that just stings.
It’s a strange predicament since I should feel cleansed and happy now, but instead I feel hopeless, having no reason to take a bow.
All I want is a shoulder to lean on, sporadic kisses, or just something to support my back other than a wall.
That way, I’ll be comforted with ten fingers gripping my waist, sending me, via hands, messages and calls.
No need to speak, because touching would fill me with so many sensations that can’t help but leak.
I’m really not asking for much, am I?
I try to stay positive, but pessimism seems to drill a deep hole in me as the days pass by.
Is it so hard to meet you?
Just give me a clue.
Epiphanies and answers are all I really want, because each day I wonder when I’ll be free from haunt.
Emotionally and mentally, can I not be frigid and tense?
Can I see a light that can tingle each sense?
I realize I’m not as liberated as others, so is it too much to ask for freedom within?
I’m just asking for feeling under my skin.
