Flesh Wound

I am nothing

A soul in her body, Speaking a soliloquy Of the being that I am in Just a body In heaps and heaps of flesh That bleeds when cut, but does that blood compare to the pain I feel when I get pierced? I'm not visible, Just a sense that hurts By words shot like rusted arrows; Poison seeping into my being An irreversible damage, Done by nothing but your words. I am nothing, A soul in a walking house, floating in different parts of the house, transcending into your mind through the words she speaks. Where are my windows? Some say in the eyes Some say in expressions, Is in anywhere though? I choose to show, my dear what I want to. Nobody can see through this house 'Less I let them. I have a friend who stops me, My delicate ego, my fragile esteem Trampled over and over, Defeated has shut me, But without all, I am nothing just a soul wandering in her body.