You Walked In and Out

Do you know me?
It seems that you do;
You dug so deep
So quick.
No one does,
No one can.
You opened the book
Where my heart explodes
All over the bloody pages
It makes me sick.
Did you know that?
When I look at you:
That’s not hate, not disgust
You make me sick.
To know someone can come in...
You didn’t knock.
Didn’t ask permission.
Doors don’t exist between us.
I feel as a flower must
Out in the open, for all eyes to see
For grimy fingers to pull at
Ripping me up and open and apart.
I’m center stage and you’re in the audience
Invisible to me, but always there,
I know you feel me
There when I turn around
See through my eyes
Can you believe that this is the first time?
You read me with music,
What a world you live in
Where the air is solid
Something you can see
And people are colors
And feelings are words
I want to be in it
I want to be there.
You turn away,
Someone else to talk to,
But I’m still here
And I’m screaming
God, I’m screaming
And dying everyday