I leak.
Like sunshine through
venetian blinds,
like the bright lights
of an alien craft
in an encounter
of the third kind,
I leak.

Can't keep
what I feel inside.
People don't know
what it is they see,
but it bothers
their eyes, their senses
then curiosity

prevails.
They come up close
to peek inside
through the cracks
of my face
I leak.

alex haywood

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-leak/