I want to disappear
just to see who asks.
Ask why am I not here
and who is going take their mask.
Bored out of this excessive niceness,
so hard to cultivate.
Tired from the lasting kindness,
to easy to erase.
A desire to break stuff in half
without repercussions.
Vandalize these walls to attack
without interruptions.
A city so damn big
yet there is no one to hold.
My wounds I fix
as my thoughts move controlled.
Fool me once
multiply it by two,
and that becomes a twice
two-faced, I don't know who is who.
Something real,
who is going to care?
Give me something to feel.
who is going to be there?
