Open Poem by Isabelle Cote

Can you tell me why you do these things?
Can you easily tell me the reason...
hate
seemingly
distress
obviously
pain
subconsciously
Can you explain to me why you feel the need
to bring me down
to make me suffer
with your ever-distraught glances
your greedy stares
and your anxious expression
The expression seems like home
A place to hide
Your hiding place
Come out of your hiding place
Open

P.S. I know this isn't one of my best and probably not the best idea to publish it as my first poem, but i was feeling a lot and i needed to let it out.
Thank you.

Isabelle Cote xoxo