Lately, I cannot relate to any of you.
I don’t understand the language.
I don’t agree with the thoughts.
I don’t know that kind of feeling.
I don’t find it attractive.
I don’t want to know all the extra details.
I don’t want to be asked.
I don’t want to tell you stories.
I want to be invisible (but sadly cannot).
Maybe I’ll build a wall and dig gutters (so you will not see any of me).
The truth is, I’m afraid not to be like you,
where I’m supposed not to.
But for now, let’s build a wall, dig gutters, and be invisible.