greeninja's blog: "hell is of our own creation"

Does my eye offend you? Should I roll it down the hill... Should I wear an iron mask or warn you with a bell? In quarantine, I stay unseen - I still know how to feel. And though you never touch me, I am sure nothing ever touches you. You've no need to defend your actions I can understand. My mirror wept "surrender", so I threw in both my hands, before I just conceded I can't figure in your plans. Though I'll never touch you, you'll be sure nothing ever touches me. I shrivel when the sun comes out, I cry beneath the moon. You'll find me in a long lost alley, hiding in my "room". But don't you dare come near me cos I don't know what I'll do... If someone ever touched me, maybe I could just consider touching you...