You’ve been getting all twisted now
that I’m not the only one
pulling at your strings.
And so you take an umbrella and go out
to have it inverted by winds and have your face
beaten by rain.
The world couldn’t be uglier.
The bus never comes,
your left headphone isn’t working,
nothing is getting in right; the feeling of asymmetry is everywhere.
Inside and outside your body. There’s chaos
and you force it out.
And out it is
and you want in.
I can’t move.
Who am I betraying, after all?