Do not touch my scaly, wounded heart Do not kiss my cheek or hold my hand or comfort me when I cry You know not what I feel nor what I see nor dream nor yearn You cannot hear my mind You cannot touch my soul You do not know how I feel Stop pretending like you do Stop lying to me. My scars are in full view My heart is wounded and shattered Do not try to heal me Do not try to appease me I just want you to hear me.
This poem was written in a very dark moment on April 4, 2013.