The Perfect Life

When I first arrive,
I am shy,
Sticky with the feeling of rejection.
I throw it all away,
No longer searching for acceptance.
In a world of black and white,
And I am grey,
So I strip down.

When I am free,
I am me,
Euphoric with the feeling of love.
I hold it tightly,
No longer searching for acceptance.
In a world so conservative and domineering,
I am dancing,
And I strip down.

When I am gone,
I go to sleep,
Dreaming with the feeling of intimacy.
No longer searching for acceptance.
In a world where night disappears into day,
I am invisible.
And I strip down.