I am not suggesting I am thick, like
Just that all my conversations are rife
With high mountains I am afraid to hike
Sweet hidden barbs of all the things that scare
Little secrets that only I could know
An unwelcome hole in my underwear
A big gap that suddenly starts to show
I mind that gap in my integrity
That traps my nerve endings in a dark vice
Eroding the voice of my dignity
I am a drip, drip a wafer thin slice
Who in tarnation am I meant to be
Ah yes, I know, I am meant to be me
