I see
What they say is hidden,
I know
What the so-called unfathomable,
Know it like the stars,
Whose full essence washes over me in a wave too massive to grasp.
And I feel,
Feel more than they could ever imagine,
The cruelty behind their gazes.
It pierces through me like a needle in thread,
Weaving into my soul, leaving me forever slightly changed,
Forever slightly tainted:
Another stain on my once-pure canvas.
I see, and they do not care.
I know, and they hate me for it.
I feel, and they do not know.
And they will never know.
Only my broken heart will know.