Do you see me, do you see me?
Can you read me, can you read me?
My ego burns at the words
“I’ve figured you out”,
yet I’d torch my pride
to hear you say
that you need me.
Can I hit you hard, as hard as stone
to indent my print, my print alone
on the left side of your chest?
Will my knuckles bleed
with the stains
on my wall
with bruises that match my own?
Can I yell, can I yell
as I fight this shell, a flawless shell ,
of someone who always says
On hands and knees,
with my heart to the ground,
lacking acceptance, like a clapperless bell.