Dress older poetry

here is an old piece of mine entitled "dress"


You wear that dress like its your soul.
Tattered and torn as everything else in your life.
that shell to protect you -
and each day you choose to find another.
In the end you find as much as you try you cant run from yourself.
Its only human. A disease that eats away.

Change your soul as much as you want to.
but all it takes is a moment to find whats missing.
what was thrown down, is it me, or was it your fantasies.
oh no, in the end, what was it you threw down,
that blue dress you always wear?
I'm tired of the way it looks,
and how you act when where it,
each time its worn - you let it change your world.

Everyday can bring a new dress if its what you wish.
though its never going to change everything inside,
cant you realize - don't you understand .
Choose to forget me today, id rather fade away.
if thats what you want.
struggling in the deep - to make sense of what life is about.
today, you chose that red dress thinking its different from
yesterday, its just a color, not a passion, no real difference at all.
but in your shame after your friends looked the way no one
understands.
Your feeling alone.
I know this - ive been there times before.
In your red dress where times seems to go back and forth.
no one else wears it,
because of its beauty, not mass appealing qualities.

this dress is your identity.
one true non judgmental hold on life.
though your not used to it.
still intrigued,
curious to what it has to offer, for the time being,
focus on today.
in a short span of time you might realize all the questions you
have, you always knew the answers.
more then a dream, more then a romantic quality.

those friends look- your world stares.
as it gotten to you.
about to throw your dress down,
tired of what its brought.
wont forget how it made you feel,
how you felt with it around.
even being so new it always felt so right.
see the beauty,
you knew it was there in hiding.
but you'll have no part any longer.