don't hold my hand
and feel my scars

or look into my eyes
deep wells they resemble

as we bury the past
and falsify the present

so much more beneath
darting glances and feign negligance

it may be easy not to care
except that you care that you don't

and it may not be real,
just that it makes up for what will never be

but since it may destroy you
obliterate it

what makes you like my colour
the natural shade
that coats me

what makes me different
from the masses around me
and to be recognised

what makes you want to hold me
with such warmth

so all the flaws are screaming loud
it's not that they weren't before
and it's not that she had been blinded
she just had a reason to withstand
each and every giant drop fall

N the words lingered
In her heart and mind
It wasn’t as bad as she feared
In fact she was gratified

It was somewhat a rejection
But it didn’t cause as much pain

when you feel like your sky has fallen
and your world no longer exists
it's just you
in a vacuum of poignant feelings

try to figure out the reasons
for the feelings inside

stuck in a glass bowl
with no escape
even skill wouldn't get you out
it's got a lid.

and yet it can be entered
a factory, a dumpground
suffocation is nothing new
once it almost killed you