I don’t enjoy giving
Segments of my soul
To eyes greedily stuck
In desperation.

I don’t enjoy sharing
The atmosphere of
My skin, with hands
Like mine, only guilty.

I don’t enjoy showing
The burden of my
Abilities, so focused
On hitching a ride.

I have tried to enjoy
A feeling of tranquillity,
Amongst the beholder of
Somebody else’s eyes.