Notice me ticking

Because I cant take every blow

You so innocently throw

At my ego

 

Notice that I am struggling

That I struggle

To trust

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.