You poke and **** deep on the roots of the way I am wired.
You analyze the way I tick and react to every possible emotion.
You do not do it for my safety and sanity
To know me better
It's almost like you do this to know me worse.
To see how bad you can really detest every receptor in my head.
You only see that you do not like what you see.
You do not like the way I understand the world at large
Or you have decided I simply just, don't.
But I do, and I feel I do so
More deeply than you could ever imagine
I understand the box you're stuck in
Your limits of understanding
You think you're complex,
I think you're caged in.
I think you have boundaries, as do your perceptions
I am limitless in that I can no longer deny the cynical or sad, or make it anything other.
I embrace the places my head goes
You just limit yourself to the same glass structures.