invader

I like to pick at wounds
expose the healing flesh
so it leaves a scar
I don't forget

when you picked at my privacy
what were you trying to find?
explainations perhaps
all you found was a wound

my refuge intruded
for your security
I will now make a scar
So I don't forget

the contents of my head
belongs not to you
I may choose to share
my soul, my body

but never assume
that you have jurisdiction
over my thoughts or conversation
I don't  forget