This Skin کے بول

It's been a part of me for so long; to release, i can't seem to see. But now i see the truth of who you've always been. union begins to fade. Fill me up til i can't hear it's voice in my head. Make an instrument of this dead shell i have. I've tried and tried and i've always failed. Would you take my place? it is yours to take. i've had enough of this skin! Skin irritating me, corrupting what i believe about who i am. I am free! it says, "i am not, can't you see that you're stained?" You lie! it was never me! I hate it! it's tearing me to pieces. When will i be rid of this skin i hate? When will i be able to shed this skin i hate?