undone at night
Sometime..
You have to look into the mirror
And through bloodhsot eyes
you tell yourself
in silence or out loud
why doesn’t anyone love me
why doesn’t anybody want me
and in the horror itself
the answer is that there is no answer
for such a question-
well- there can be no such question
and you straighten yourself out
and you make sure your shirt is buttoned right
and you repeat
there is no such question
and move about the remainder of your days
