The more you know

the less you want to know

some things get uncovered 

drawn out into the open

ugly wounds

that have been wrapped up for years

bruises that haven’t healed

scars so deep

they don’t know how to be normal again

pleading and begging

’Oh, to be anything I’m not

but please, don’t ignore me

see me for who I am

unfiltered and true’

But my eyes are sore

I can’t look anymore 

I am walking away

and hoping you’ll wrap those bandages

back where they used to be

some things are better left unseen