hating words
i said to myself
but don't remember
what
separated by a glass door
i was outside
i was inside
which of i was really i?
i saw me
trapped outside
absorbing darts of
hatred
such an unacceptable self
i couldn't go in
i couldn't enter
i wouldn't let me to
pools of tears
but eyes not blurry
i still could see clear
i still could feel and hear
the hatred
the muted screams
all the stabbing feelings
invisible wounds, transparent blood
the anger
the fears
what am i afraid of?
it's me
it's me which i am afraid of
oh come on
who is this me and this i?
stop making fun of
me????