Something honest

Something honest
Where’s my honesty?
Am I honest saying that I am honest?
Or am I honest saying that I am not?
Something honest
One true sentence;
Book on the shelf among other
Books
Seems to be overwhelmed
But still it is embracing stillness;
Formed not to catch up
And to not involve
With these and those
With all that is the same
With all that stinks
But when
When it comes
To cry or to decide
I know that I don’t know
Which table is for me
And which chair I should
Choose
And… well
All the same;
Noses, such a big noses
Are not in my life
No one is curious about
Nor want to know why
But I, I am and I will
Try not to find excuse
To cry and hold up a tear
Cause what I tested
And what tested me
Wasn’t some terrible crime
Not the death of someone close
Jus me, myself being too sensitive
When and why
I was born I don’t know
What seems to be true is not
What seems to be false in not
I am not and I will not be
Person
My ego
Myself built around others
illusion and my life illusion;
So please
Next time you see me dead
Deep within my thoughts
Pass me by, don’t pay any
Attention
I am dead
And will be dead
Until I will be born again