Sensitivity

Drowning in an ocean that only I can see,
Turn away. Don't watch. I'm bleeding.
Watching the black water fall from my eyes,feeling bad and with no disguise,
Smooth words are so deceiving.
Just stop. Don't mock . You hurt me.
You have done it before, you will do it again.
No. Please don't. Can't take it.
But experience tells me you will do it again.
My tears mean nothing,and yet they do flee, fast falling, free and betraying me.
So sensitive these words I write, nervous to trust them to another's sight.
The other ,as usual, ready to mock and to ridicule.
A time seemingly long ago, I hid inside myself, always alone.
Anger and pain built up, blew out, and the building continues, the blowing never ceases.
Maybe all this damned crying will smooth some of the creases.