My nakedness
Is not me showing off my skin
My nakedness
Is not my bare breasts and posteriors
But my nakedness
Is who I am
For I am
What I do not reveal

My nakedness
Is my inner being
The inner me
That is scarred
Scarred with scars all hidden
Hidden, and hidden well
Behind a beautiful warm smile
A smile that screams “I’m happy”
Yet, happy! I am not
Happiness is just an elusion
A delusion created in my world of fantasy
And a fantasy
I willingly let my mind wander off to
To escape the reality
Of my wounded naked me
Only I know that
Because I refuse
To be undressed

My nakedness
I protect
So badly, like a snake with its eggs
After all, it is
My nakedness