I know it’s a bit unreasonable to ask
but could you just show me?

I’d sit on a pedestal so they’d all know:
not a human girl, but an art piece.

If I were to wire a magnifying glass to my brain
would they would see what I see?

I sometimes feel I’m bursting at the seams,
and that others’ understanding would somehow empty me
if I were to be stared at with a single thread of empathy.

Tell me:
is it really that strange to want to be examined closely?

I’m not lithe of tongue.
I can’t form the right words to explain.
I’m not clever or witty.

But I see scenes and beautiful complexity,
I hear rogue notes in my sleep,
and I feel touched by the imbalances I have the chance to
meet.

I’d sit perfectly still like a statue,
or try to dance to the best of my ability.
Whatever you ask me to be, I’d be.

I know it’s a selfish request, 
and you’d probably suffer embarrassment
for such a silly art piece.

But I can’t get the thought out of my mind.
It’s stirring up all the rules and memories
and so I just have to know.

If I gave you everything,
posed my mind and body,
would you show me?