Abandon
Stop touching me!
You, with your silky tentacles,
try to wipe away my tears, telling me
that I have no right to be shedding them
(like my salty crystals belong to you)
and you know what else?
Stop telling me things!
shoveling realities at me -- I don't want them
(we're not creatures of reality, where I come from.)
You surround me with casing of plaster and mildew,
now leave me to rot in the coffin of my emotions.
Stop guiding me!
Yanking me this way when I want to go there!
You -- you're alien to me, don't you know that?
I couldn't be what you asked, so I'm not going to try.
I refuse to take this scalpel you've given me
and carve into myself.
I won't make myself bleed for you.
and... and... and-and-and-and
stop looking at me!
your analytical, judging eyes
I am naked in a single calculating glance, and I know I fail your test.
But why do I care?
You see what you want to see,
and I don't think you want to see what I am.