What do you look like
this voice that’s inside?
The one that makes
me run and want to hide.
Would I be afraid if
I met you on a dark night?
or are you not
that unpleasant a sight.
Maybe you look similar to me
and you don’t want me to flee.
You just want me
to answer you back
and it wasn’t your wish
for me to fall through the cracks.
Then again, you purpose
might be to annoy,
to play with my emotions
as if they were a toy.
The picture of you
I have in my head
is hard to describe
but it fills me with dread.
