The Scientist

I hide in my heart
Because I am scared of your
Dissecting, detailed mind that
Will pick me apart
And reduce me down to
Tears and regrets,
Bitterness steaming in a beaker,
And red-hot passion trapped
In a tiny jar,
Curdling to blackened hate with time.
You calculate the world,
Trapping unsuspecting subjects
With your honeyed words and lies,
Pressing them for information
With promises and hopes.
Then when you have your results
They are tossed carelessly aside
Like so many rag dolls,
Just another failed experiment.