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

“I understand”?

On hands and knees,

with my heart to the ground,

lacking acceptance, like a clapperless bell.


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