" 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

too severe 

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 

mask