I can only see now
This false wall of english
I've placed between us
And even when I try
And do my best best
It's just not good enough
These black covered journals
Aren't meant for
Your naive eyes to see
Because I'm afraid
You might think
Differently about me
Locking me up with
Worded chains of
an all-knowing expert
But these actions of yours
Much more than my own
Will slowly begin to hurt
Yes, you have every
Right to know what
Takes up most of my time
But I'm always so scared
Your hands will touch
My most life-threatening rhymes
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