Blood gushed in, flooding my brain
from the lane before the highway
the Staples before the flame
the words that made a laughter
it hurts and blanketed dread

By the match box is my name
written in small words of despair
but even matches do not lit
for I lack all the masculine
and the feminity of flare

I'm ashamed as it tricked me
as the reality unfolds me
and my little mask of happy thoughts
they came back to original posts
I apologize that this I'm born