Less I say,
more I mask myself.
Any suffering,
any soul disturbance,
any misfortune
should be covered
as if just hints of
a tiresome day.

He or she or it
wants to
catch my weaknesses
and, afterwards,
turns them
meaningless;
or just to say,
those were mine,
these are my
bulls…

Several times
I don’t know how to
answer a simple question
indeed.
Perhaps, it’s not
that simple, it’s
complex, and…
captious.

— How are you doing today, then?

It may seem
kindness coming from
him or her or it,
but can most likely
be a strategy to
provoke my decay.
Through my words
what does
he or she or it
wish to
bring about?

Less I say,
more I mask
bulls-hit…
bullsh…
hints of tiresome days.

Just
sincerely
mine.