I am seen,
Am I not clean?
Why do they stare?
Is there something with my hair?
Do I smell?
I cannot tell.
It reaches into my soul,
What is there goal?
I feel like a freak,
It makes me weak.
My skin tears,
its showing my fears.
This pain I can endure,
But they want so much more.
Overtime the pain fades,
Their eyes are out of blades.
Cold I will become,
Cleaning my wounds with strong rum.
An emotionless stare I show,
But deep down I know.
People will see the blood,
But I will ignore the flood.
Ignoring I will do,
My emotions are overdue.
