Your Curtain
Location
What am I hiding?
Sadly, thats not the question.
My question, the one that hangs on my shoulders is,
What are you hiding?
Because, believe it or not, I can see it.
They call us readers, and we see you.
All of those things you write and cry about,
I'm forced to see the minute I look at you.
Thats what I cry about.
I'm tortured by you, all of you.
I see the colors and shapes of your very souls with a touch, a glance.
And I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry to invade,
I know you hate me,
or you would if you knew.