This Skin

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?