“What do you do in life?” they ask
A struggle rises yet once again
And my eyes yearn for an answer
What should I say? How should I reply?
Their gazes pierce into my flesh
They do not see the blood
But I do
They do not feel the pain
But I do
“Are you married?” They ask
There I stand before them both dressed and naked
There I stand before them for the autopsy
There I face them without an answer to utter
The escape seems impossible to find
I know there should be something
Something I say
There is nothing
Only gazes and no words
“Do you still study? Did you find a job yet?”
They do not shut up, their mouths open and never close
Their so-called good intentions are venom I have to swallow
“Please don’t think we are nosy, we only wish the best for you”

*******
Their lips form a smile thinking they can hide behind
Thinking they can fool me
They shamelessly stay fixed to the ground
Their feet are now roots of poison to the very earth they stand upon
“We don’t have any other businesses to attend”
“By all means, take all the time you need”
****, they are not going anywhere
They do not go anywhere
Even if they do go somewhere, they are always there
They are everywhere
Their questions are everywhere
What do I do in life?
“Yes, what do you do in life?”
I live
“That is not an answer. We all live in life”
Isn’t living a task to do?
“No, it is arbitrary” they say
“What do you DO in life?” the question comes once again
Their minds do not fathom the depth of my world
Their ears hear what they want to hear
Their eyes see what they want to see
Their wish is for an answer to satisfy them
But they won’t have satisfaction
Never
Not from me
“You are old enough to be married, what’s taking this long?”
They are relentless, that I give them
Their life is a square made of hundreds of years old boundaries
I turn my head now, maybe there is a way out I missed before
Only to see more flocking
Others want to witness the autopsy
They are curious as well
Their questions are my torment
Their gazes are bullets heading my direction
I wear no bullet proof vest
One hit after the other
The bullets keep on coming
Can they not see my fall?
Can they not see my body on the ground?
I look up only to find the answer
I am still standing before them
What is on the ground is not my body
What is on the ground is not my body
What is on the ground is not my body
My body is there with them
On the ground lie the rest of me
A broken shield, a stuttering voice and a fading shadow