I Want You to Know (poem)

When I stare myself down in the bathroom mirror, I snarl until I laugh. When I think about yesterday and the day before that, I felt the need to have a voice, but I didn't speak of it. When I bow my head, lace up my fingers, and wear them like a mask, pretending to listen to others, my eyes are finding the crevices in my skin, openings just big enough to see your hands. When I am alone for too long I think until I scare myself from thought.