Your interruption was wrong
But my actions weren’t right
Your analyzations and detective work
Disgust me to my core

That you’d lift the cover
On my story
Makes me wonder
Why I even tried to hide

You’ve made me realize:
I need locks on my life
To keep prying eyes and hands (like yours)
Off my thoughts
Who knows what you grabbed,
What you searched,
Or what you tore from my soul
In an attempt to understand me
Why you decided to leave your mark
Is the part that confuses me most
Your guilty conscience showing
As you didn’t finish your job