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.