Scandalous secrets
awaiting to be told
screaming under my sleeves
angry crimson lines
stare accusingly
threatening to tell all
of what lies behind my walls
whose business is it but
that of my own.
intrusive bodies
attempting to get past my
electric fence.
their attempts are futile.
eyes like laser beams
they see through your
phony persona
the real person behind the
masque is as
empty as i.
