Eyes Hurt

I am seen, Am I not clean?

Why do they stare? Is there something with my hair?

Do I smell? I cannot tell.

It reaches into my soul, What is there goal?

I feel like a freak, It makes me weak.

My skin tears, its showing my fears.

This pain I can endure, But they want so much more.

Overtime the pain fades, Their eyes are out of blades.

Cold I will become, Cleaning my wounds with strong rum.

An emotionless stare I show, But deep down I know.

People will see the blood, But I will ignore the flood.

Ignoring I will do, My emotions are overdue.