What No One Seems to Know

The cracks in myself
the fruits of life rotting in a crystalline bowl.
These are the things only I can
see
perceive
know.

Knowing is seeing without sight, for example
I know he cannot live without pain
so I know he creates it, 
throws it like acid onto those around him.
A boy always boiling
so that when he breaks, he burns me. 
Only I seem to know this of him.

I perceive the faults of this world when no one else seems to
and it makes me lonely
because the faults belong to thine
but are somehow only mine,
magnified when my personal pain
opens the door to the world,
the world that is made of always pressing,
always present shadows.

The shadows of all the human hearts.