My eyes wide with confusion,
Furrowed brows, clasped hands, hollow lips,
As my teeth dug as deep
As my nails in red, torn skin.
Wishing I could start again.
One massive, personality transfusion.
My tongue, numb to true words spoken,
But, oh, how I wished that you had seen me.
How I wished that you knew my soul.
But, really, how could you?
Human eyes are blind in the dark
And I am the burrowed mole.