*Feels almost like two? Interesting last stanza albeit feels quite different on the surface *
Tell me, tell me
On second thought,
Don't
It's more fun
(And frightening)
To guess and not know
Hold tight to your secrets
Whatever you do, don't
No matter my asking,
What I really want's hope
I feel it inside me,
The glutton for knowing
The guilty of grasping,
Addicted to showing
Subsumed and controlled,
At the beck and call of another
Bound by obedience,
To a devouring mother