Within the depths of this disguise
I find solace away from my cries.
This fabric cloak shields me from prying eyes
Hiding scars I keep hidden from the skies.

“Do you feel a chill?” they kindly inquire,
Unaware of the burning soul within my fire.
In this jacket I quietly confide,
The secrets of battles where emotions collide.

Beneath these layers lies a map of pain
Each moment etched on skin that couldn’t be restrained.
Hidden cuts and scars silently plead,
Visible, to me marking my need.

Each thread and stitch that holds it tight
Creates a refuge where judgment takes flight.
Shielding these scars with an embrace so strong
Concealing the struggle in a space where it belongs.

So when they ask, “Are you feeling cold my dear?”
I offer them a smile despite my fear.
This colossal jacket seems like attire
But beneath its surface it veils my desires.