I have watched the world through a window,
the small screen on my phone,
I was afraid to be honest.
I am still.
hiding behind texts, likes and comments.
sure they haven’t been many but they have got me through.
the little coward…
molded like a rice ball,
rolled on the ground
you can see the specks of dust stuck in my skin
I am no “unordinary” man
I have stopped trying to break through
I am not giving up either
I am simply living today
I am me
the horrible writer on the “press”