Invasion of Privacy

August 19, 2010
all these times
when I opened my third eye
released my secret thoughts
washed away the anger
washed the sadness down the drain
you peered through the curtains,
my expressions of you
my expressions of me
nothing I wanted you to see
but you stole the key
to my diary
I guess you did know
the things I didn't want to feel
the things I didn't want to tell you I felt
but instead
of shooting you dead
on a charge of invasion of privacy
I'll burn the incriminating documents
stored inside my head.

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