I itch to know
what makes you tick.
I can see it in your eyes
when you want to
freak out.
I can see it in your face
as you tap
and click
and mess with the lock on the door.
It hurts to know
that you
are bothered
and that I can't
do anything about it.
You refuse to let it out
to let people know you
are under pressure
to let people know your are vulnerable
and
able to break-
crack into pieces.
I promise to put you back together
as best as I can.
I hate to see you this way.
I itch to know
what makes you
tick.