I am a tantalizing combination Of shifting eyes and shallow breathing Twitching hands and nervous laughter, Oozing, gaping, wounds & barely healing scars I can't help it if I flinch when I meet your eyes If I draw back when you reach out to me It's ingrained in my being Don't trust anyone Because those eyes may be blue and beautiful, but poisonous flowers can be beautiful too And a hand reaching out may not seem like a threat, but I've seen fingers turn to claws more times than I can count After all, I have these scars for a reason, you know They didn't appear there on their own Well, some did maybe Self-inflicted wounds from my own personal array of beastly qualities But the rest are a result, Of a world coated in lovely, poisonous people People who speak quicker than they think or don't bother to think at all People with masks built so intricately, you can't tell where the real person ends & begins People with claws for hands and battering rams for heads People with venomous tongues and acidic eyes In a world where beauty is not equivalent to goodness, And in fact beauty often equates violence, One can't be too careful When meeting beautiful, blue eyes like yours