four and twenty

I'm 24. Four and twenty.
Stories in my head, I have plenty.
I. Just. Can't. Tell. Them.

Not cos I don't want to.
I. Just.Can't. Get the. Words.
Out.

I'm not shy, I'm not fly, I don't cry.
I'm not 24.

I've got less years than that.
You'll see less me than that.

You wanna see my hair?
It's shiny underneath
wavy underneath
There's no grey there underneath.

You wanna see my neck?
It's so smooth underneath
So cool underneath
There's no rules there underneath.

You wanna see my kneecaps?
It's so scarred underneath
So marred underneath
There's no covers underneath.

You won't see my neck, or my my hair, do you care? It's not fair.
You won't see my knees, no one sees, I'm not a tease.

You won't see my elbows,My shoulder, My chin, My forehead, my buttcheek, my armpit, my shin. My thigh, my hip, my pelvis, my chest, the small of my back and the curve of my breast.

You won't see my beauty, my pleasure, my shame, my shadows, my silhouette, mu childish game. My giggle, my fighting, my fears and my sigh, my groans, my bruises, not even my lie.

Oh sorry.
You will see that.
The lie. In my eye.
You will see that.