The world is full of noises,
I hear it all the time,
And me I am your dagger,
You know I am your wound.

The first time I saw Mysterious Skin was in my high school library during my break between classes. I sat alone in a study room, surrounded by windows, like a fish bowl. People kept walking by but nobody ever looked. I kept getting paranoid that someone might come in and find that I was crying. Not…