(7-22-03)
I place my palms
Against my eyes
To shut out light,
To shut off tears.
To keep the fear
Inside.
I am hiding from my past.
I am hiding from
The one last thing
That sends me to
A place where
No one ever wants to go.
I know it shows
Upon my face.
I see distaste
Reflected in each
Eye I meet.
Sacks of meat.
They don't quite understand the fact,
They only fear themselves.
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