When The Stars Talk

Transparent sheet

Somedays I wish to tear this flesh apart,

and throw it in fire,

and see it burn.

And replace it with white glass instead.

Maybe then everyone will see how I hurt.

Over things they say with mocked smile,

and eyes filled with dark joy,

to watch me out conceal my tears,

with a smile; the happiest they've ever seen,

but inside how the cracks of my heart grow,

which alone I know.

And when the pang stops making me numb,

the memories still never strip off.

It leaves a stain.

And if only they could see what was going inside,

and the so many stains my heart borne,

they'll hurt me less; I believe.

But alas! God gave no transparent sheet,

but layers of flesh hiding my inside.

But so I wish to tear it apart,

and make me as white as ice.

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