So. There's a darkness in my head
that isn't quite the same as yours.
A darkness, a bitterness, a bleakness;
A void.
But. I look the same as you,
(as similar as any - 5' 8", dark hair),
apart from my eyes:
they're different.
So. I take things differently,
have to filter them through a sieve of
convention imposed
yet freely chosen
I'm sorry that this second skin offends you,
that you can't touch my soul
anymore
even with your poetry
But, remember -
just because you happened to be there before,
to look at, I'm normal:
5' 8", dark hair.