Yes, I see people
Near and far
Getting closer to me
Too close, as if they care me
More than I care myself

They pretend
I accept, even knowing it

I am peaceful, but
When I’m ill
People irritate me

They ask,
The same nonsense question
How are you?

I don’t have that strength to speak
Though they want to hear
The same,
Their sense wished for

I wish I could answer
The truth, accordingly
Don’t discuss nonsense
In front of me

When I’m ill, I just want to
Be vacant, be next to
The loved ones.