You don’t know me
You don’t know my pale blue eyes
Looking longer every day
Into this dusty mirror
Decorated with tokens
Of some mysterious lust.
You don’t know the color
This silver makes at midnight
When I don’t know what I’m doing.
You don’t know the whispers
I tell myself as I unlatch the front door
And check myself into society,
Knowing that two small words
Have the power to change it all.
And I have three,
Just in case.