My face is an open window,
The display always lit.
The title above reading
Step right up.'
My feelings are wide open
Like a dead animal lying on a lab table.
The students hovering above with
Their scalpels and pins.
"There's the empathy,"
a boy says to his partner.
"There's the embarrassment,
Happiness, lust, confidence, and greed,"
Replies the other, pointing.
I am more exposed than a middle schooler
In the swimming class locker room.
My sentiments are transparent,
But they are not yours, so please‒