These marks
They burn.
They're just lines of
Unnoticed effort. 

And nobody notices. 

They burn
And they itch
And they sit there. 
While I sit in the shower
And remind me

You
Ought to
Understand that

Real 
Emotions do not
Look like 
Apertures 
Placed on your 
Skin to try to show your 
Emotions, they are 
Dead. 

I cannot grasp my dystychiphobia. 
I fear hurting people.
I fear making someone mad at me.
But I let all of me into someone. 
I put everything I can into people. 
Maybe I put too much... 

I try my complete hardest.
why must my efforts go unnoticed? 

These unnoticed efforts turn into
Unnoticed lacerated physical parts of me... 

I get set off in rampages of trepidation 

and I cannot understand my surroundings.

Overlooked
Undiscovered
Unseen
Disregarded
Glossed over
Unnoticed

Emotions.
Efforts

Im tired.

Im so exhausted....