• What do you think of me?
    Behind my face, behind my eyes
    Dare you trek there?
    Uncharted territory, because none bother to look
    Come closer

    What do you think of me?
    Through your mask, your façade
    All white clouds are made to rain
    All things good whither away
    Are you hearing me?

    What do you think of me?
    As I a shout to you through a storm for a reaching hand
    I think “Is a tree limb more useful?”
    Should I just drown in a hurricane of tears?
    Listen now!

    What do you think of me?
    As emotions swirl like a funnel cloud
    Debris of worthless memories sharper than a metal blade
    Harder than cold iron or steel
    I dare you to approach!

    What do you think of me?
    Now that I’ve ruined something precious
    Am I a monster?
    I must be, I’m exiled to a cell!
    Your ears are deaf to my pleas

    What do you think of me now?
    As the storm has subsided
    Debris litters the streets
    A helpless body, hopeless body
    Human aftermath of erosion
    Because you couldn’t listen
    You wouldn’t listen