Strip Poem by Lea Kardov

I want to strip out of the costume this world stitched tightly around my shoulders.
I want to let my flaws flow and inner rumours grow.
I don't want to bow into these sterile waters.
I want to yell and scream at the flagrant puppet scene.
I want to cross these borders.
I want to expose the layers of my soul, so you can nourish it and understand that it was never meant to be my plan. All I ever needed was kindness and not a stabbing hand.