Notice me ticking
Because I cant take every blow
You so innocently throw
At my ego
Notice that I am struggling
That I struggle
And open up to you.
Notice that your insensitivity
Has the ultimate upper hand
to all my insecurities
Notice that I hurt myself enough
in the face of your masked- criticism
And that my mind is not a safe place
For me to roam yet
Notice that I haven't figured myself out.
The same way you are so sure to have done for me.
I'm not like you
and I don't like that about you ...
Every day the scenerio of a chicken in a slaughter house
and all I ask is that you put away the knife
and come a bit closer. And look at me,
Notice me... my actual self.