Like A Piece Of Cloth Poem by fadinginto oblivion

I fail to recollect
Was I born with it?
Or was it gifted to me?
But I have worn it always.
Wherever I wandered,
In circle or alone.
It looks spotless and radiant
When I am lonely.
Visible to few,
But unseen by many.
Those who grew accustomed
Have chosen to ignore
They have persuaded me often
To get rid of it.
But how could I detach it?
It grows, it shrinks
And often bleeds.
But never ceases to exist.
Sometimes looks too old and obsolete.
Each time I try to dispose it of
It comes out
Clean and starched
With fresh pain.
It is my emptiness.
Like a piece of cloth
It veils me
Inside out.