you dont get me

Since I started to explore inside
I've found hidden things you can't abide
away in corners and crevices

Though I feel more translucent than ever,
you don't think this is good, or clever
and I know you wish I'd stop

You don't know me now?

But this is what I've always been,
deeper than what is on the skin,
far more subtle than the graying.

You don't understand?

Not the point, I suppose.
But I understand. Expose.
You don't get me. But I'm starting to.

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