Ink Shield

Look at me--

I am only one person.

Always an outsider.

Always separated.

Using ink like knives.

My shield against scars,

against the nightmares.

I do not fear a broken heart,

but it's embarrassing & uncomfortable

that you never saw me

the way I saw you...

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A painful piece here. The speaker seems to feel rejected, regards writing as a shield, uses ink "like knives." There is definite anger against someone who did not return affection. The only hope seems to be to put this pain in the past; otherwise it will continue to consume.