who am I
in a room unknown
in a room abandoned
who do I become
turn into
and against
for you
myself
in the blue tight changing rooms
empty
accompanied
why do I feel like an adult
why do you tell me that I’m an adult
stop acting like a little girl
when you know better
when you know better
when I am an adolescent on the edge
why does the memory of a flirtation stop
colourblind to every red flag
why is there no ending
why is it still ongoing
somewhere unlocated
I’ve not seen it coming
I’ve not seen it stopping
it just did
I came back into myself
empty-minded
something unnamed seeks rest in my blood
don’t mention it to yourself
if you want to sleep at night
have I not been awake the whole time
Croque-Melpomene 