" i just don't have the proper training to deal with your...condition...i hope you understand."
i nod, because yes, i do understand.
i understand that when you look at the scars on my thigh and ankle, you get chills
and when you you hear the thoughts I've sworn to keep hidden, your eyes widen
and when you see my tears smudge my eyes smothered in black, you scribble down things on that stupid little clip board...
i understand that you
are scared of me.
I'm too much for you
oh well, another picture to burn
another knife to the heart
another cut to the skin
another name on the list
of those who run when i take off my