My Razor and I

I hide behind my face,
Because if I didn’t people would be too close.
I use my jacket as a shield,
To hide my soul and my arms
If people saw the tattered thing
I have to say my soul is,
The repulse on their face
Would send me running to my razor,
Hidden just for me.
And if people say my arms.
And pointed and stared at the scars,
The razor would come out.
To add another mark.
So don’t ask me why I hide,
You really don’t want to know
You wouldn’t understand,
Because in the world
As only things that do are my razor and me.
So when you see me,
Let me just walk away,
Because at the end of the day,
As always
It’s just my razor and me