it isn't right the way you tease me much about and inside me isn't right and I believe that you can see why You must see right through my body to the downward destinations inside Where I hide exactly what is felt And when my heart is caught is the trap then forgotten On the contrary, the ordinary, the less than savory, The nothing special as the ignorant laugh And as they do, the wise understand this in itself cannot be easy What is there yet that may be coming So much wrong beneath Some beyond, buried, unlikely Other pieces are much less deep These are mine, my secrets, My own unlikable qualities, proud moments Terrible wants, disturbing fantasies Awful enough that they must stay down Down is where demons go, But I think you've seen them