Don't...

by Monique   Apr 2, 2005


Don't look at my eyes;
the pain, the agony.
Don't look at my eyes;
I'm afraid of what you might see.
Don't look at me eyes;
just leave me be.
Don't look at my eyes,
I don't need your sympathy.

Don't look at my wrists,
I promise it's nothing.
Don't look at my wrists,
althought it must be something.
Don't look at my wrists,
the blood, the shame.
Don't look at my wrists,
you and I aren't the same.

Don't touch me,
I'm fine.
Don't touch me,
don't waste your time.
Don't touch me,
I'm hopeless now.
Don't touch me,
how can you help me?
how?

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    The repetition of refrains within the stanzas brings out a manic mesmerism to the piece that emphasizes the trapped feeling. Quite nicely done!

    At first I didn't like the "how?" at the end standing alone. But rereading it a third time, I've decided I do like it. Gives a glimmer of hope because that cycle of repetition is broken, if even for a moment. Does that make sense?

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