like an open book you tore me open
bold enough to put highlights on my words
as if you comprehend what they mean
you read on without understanding
brain, empty as a drum
you see the cover page and instantly think
otherwise of knowing further
as if I have scales that hurt, you throw me aside
to be left in the dark corner
’til dust settles and covers me whole
my pages you rummaged, not careful of hurting me
you measure my capacity
by the thickness of the pages I hold
what do I hold?
what do I speak of?
have you even grasped the knowledge I shared?
the secrets I held?