Tired Not Naked

Tired am I
of wearing a coat of white
over
black wool.
Revealing a skin of
false pretense
and deceit.

Rip it off!
Not slowly,
not sexy
just rip it off.

Strip down
piece
by
piece

all at once.

Tear out my heart,
wear it on your sleeve
as a badge of shame.

So very tired,
keeping up the facade
this charade of life

Tired each day

the fire growing
more and more
dim, faint,
Cold hollow shell
will soon remain,
with only tired ashes left.