Hate me. Banish me. But never say that you don’t know me.
I am the person from birth that you never unveiled.
Do not say that I have never loved you.
I have loved none but you,
or tried to love none but you. It was not me
who betrayed you. It was the child inside
who must go away not to hurt you. The hurt is seeping from fingertips,
breaking up small food in stomach.
Believe me, I’ve not become me yet. I’m trying
you are here with my replacement, another girl like me.
What does it matter that no one can see my monsters but me.
There is nothing about them that speaks.
Nothing says joy, but it is pulsing chinks.
Put yourself in a blue box. Say nothing. Say nothing to your monsters.
Ship yourself away. There is nothing outside the blue box.