Sometimes I want to ran away
to a place where the only name I know
is mine.

This two-syllable name
that rings nothing
but emptiness.

For I am like a glass--
I only let people see through me
because I am terrified
of them getting deeper to my soul.

A soul tapestried
with confusion and migraine--
for I am only an ache in the head
when you try to understand me.