What goes on in one’s head

Perceptivity and awareness
The aestetics of a cause
The sensation and impression
Its bound to make one pause
Being sentient and sensitive
To pain and tenderness
To wake up to one’s senses
And try hard not to stress

There is no analgesia
And no unconsciousness
It clearly will be painful
The threshold might be less
Am i feeling anguish
Is my consideration sound
And will I be satisfied
With the cost some two hundred pound

It did seem quite a good idea
But then again if I
Don’t like it when its finished
It will be too late
I sigh, thinking hard about it all
Now covering my back
I have made myself a tapestry
Open to some flack

I will have to live with it
In all probability
It will now set me apart
From others that now be
My friends and will I show them
Deep down i don’t want to
Thats because i feel uncertain
Of knowing what to do

Yes its my dllemma
There is never a guarantee
I am undecided how to play it actually
Really its unlikely that i will ever share
My tattoo’s with now anybody
Whether I would dare

Its a sort of reservation
Concealing in a way
Whats obvious its groundless
And fills me with dismay
Moralizing over it
As the saying goes
Manifesting candour
Which kind of in me grows

Its a kind of underlying fear
Of rejection in a way
It thwarts some of my thinking
Just imagine you could say
I am never one for stripping off
Histrionics isnt me
I just feel sad about my size
And if other people see

But then again i am emboldened
With artistry in ink
There is a certain transparency
Now in the way I think
A forcefulness a spirit
A positive display
I am cogent and compelling
And Inspired to have my say