I know I should be writing something

when I feel the bombs ticking 

I should burn my fingertips and make another failure 

but

I am a circle

a repeat

and so cheap that nobody loves me. 

The problem I always have is that,

I think about it, 

I write it 

to feel everything squared.

And nobody wants to buy what everyone is not understanding

as I also no longer need that attention 

nor want to be with this pain that is corroding me

yet, it’s my language.

But that doesn’t mean that is right

to write with the eyes of a mirror.

 

Ta.