Script scratched on the sinews of my soul Lips echo with sharp words, I slipped away where nobody would know. I cried in the bathroom. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I didn't want too be feared, Or hated. Face forced into a ticking ,twitching smile Fake gestures ,stiff posture, a throat full of bile. Linguistic cuts,covered over with syllabic stitches, Words have cut,and words have healed him.