Stark

"Rather than fix it, I pulled down a hundred more veils."
That's what I told him, I believe.
What use is it to make yourself vulnerable,
When you'd call more attention to your darkness?
To what end do your intentions matter?

Maybe if I stood behind a veil, I'd be left alone
I made myself believe
Another compromise

Yet somehow a few managed to hold my gaze through this hypothetical veil
"Let me fix you," some offered, hunger in their eyes
Others(If this passes for everyone, all of them) weren't so keen
"You're fucked up," they said; literally.

So rather than be sulky
I'm throwing it in
My laughs would be louder
And my paranoia top notch
My indifference would be projected more clearly
Let alone, I'd be just as I am

Maybe there's no veil any longer
This is me
Unveiled
Naked.