| Body Art -
06-22-01
Why do you do it?
That's what they ask
Why do you hurt yourself?
I laugh
I don't hurt myself.
Then what is this?
My arm is grabbed
My latest design shown
Body Art.
They mumble to themselves.
I fade out
Thinking about how to finish the design
Disturbed...Not loved...alone..hurting..angry
These words break my focus
Their wrong.
Nothings disturbing me.
People love me.
I'm not alone.
They are here aren't they.
I don't hurt.
I'm not angry.
I'm nothing.
I'm empty.
I'm hollow.
This is what I am.
I scream at them in my head.
But say nothing.
They wouldn't know, or understand.
I pick up my pocket knife
Start to continue my design.
Why do you do it?
Because it is pretty. |