Somehow, I have gotten used to being naked,
And sometimes when I wear tight clothes
Which colour blends to the colour of my skin,
People still think that’s my naked body.
I still tell myself this lie;
I’m scared of being naked.
Of a truth, with each word I pen down
And show the world,
I unclad myself.
My socks off.
My shirt off.
My trousers off.
And another word,
My boxers off.
A naked body roams on the street.