Window

I can see it

That thing

That shadow

Creeping under your skin

I can see the way its moulded you

And forced the face you share

But not the face

That sits beneath

Waiting for its release

While you deny

And change

And tempt the fates

With falsity’s that taint the shape

I can see it

That thing

That pain

Etched into your bones

I can see how you hold it back

Accepting every wound

And you remain a humble passenger

With every beat and breath, a traveller

You resign yourself

And tire

And scream

But those sounds are something you don’t appease

I can see it

See that thing

It's everywhere

Everything