Afraid of who I am, I try to hide
Afraid that I might find myself, I turn
to that which I’ve avoided, deep inside:
Emotions in my psyche, where I learn
that what I feel for others is a part
of where my brain is bruised, of where I go
to tell myself I really have a heart
although it hurts that I don’t really know
And so I feel a loss that makes me sad
It turns upon itself, consumes the bulk
of everything I feel I could have had
I cry; I rub my eyes, and then I sulk
I cannot hide my tears, they’re on display
regardless of the pain I wipe away.