The Universes in me

She looked at me with eyes dead as the sea and said, "If people saw those cuts on your arms what do you think they would think about you?" I answered, "Maybe they would see as much judgment on my skin that they would in your heart." The problem with the world is we always see the surface of things but never really care to look just a little bit deeper. I think the reason I'm so introverted is because I see so many evil people with their evil ways, in their evil lives and their evil lies. And you made me feel that electric at the meeting of my thighs, but you judged me the wrong way. I feel the whole world inside of me. All the stars and moons flow out of my tear ducts, I can't contain them, they trickle down my face like meteoroids, they crash into the ground and ripple the earth like space-time continuum. You let my shyness fool you, you had no idea I could move mountains at the palms of my hands, I can split forests at the soles of my feet, I inhale whole oceans at the whim of a single breath. There is fire inside me waiting to scald my oppressors, I burn brighter than 10,000 constellations in the midnight sky, you are not my undoing, nearly another product of my becoming. You classified me into a box, folded me up and put me on a shelf, discarded me like pennies at a vending machine. You preach of love but hatred drips from your tongue; Anger emanates from your being. You are just another lost soul leading lost lives into lost worlds.