the calendar has cross marks,  waiting for the day,  for it to stop.   when will it stop?  the glaring touch;  the mark left without a touch.   why are you asking me?  to wear appropriately,  accusing me of obscenity.    why don't you ask them?   to behave appropriately,  excusing them with sexuality.   i look at my body  in the mirror;  i see scars.   these scars won't be seen  to the naked eye,  now ingrained in me.   i asked you;  you roughly brushed it off  my body.   i wear what i want,  but immediately want cover,  because those claws come by.    i fight,  i do,  i promise.    but it's hard;  hard to not bother;  hard to not wince.    why is it that when someone cared  they asked ME to get shelter,  and not the other person to go away.    but the other person doesn't go away;  he trespasses into the shelter  you asked me to get.   "Safe".. Ha.  he trespasses further into me;  i wonder where i went wrong.    when i told you,  you washed me,  you...