I got sick
i got sick of my nose.
sometimes i glance in the shower
i glance at my toes.
and nobody knows.

the day i learned
the day i learned i could see my nose
was the begining of where this poem stems.
i knew my nose was within.

Nobody knows my nose the way i do
my subcontious stole it so my eyes could pretend.
and since i learned the curse
i glance.

it wastes my time and keeps me out of focus
cause like lightning strikes my nose needs a looking
a quick glance
and a chance for perspective
"Sorry sir give me a second"
ads some time to smell my surroundings as im reminded i can smell.