I keep it buried inside
unrepresentative of me, I try to hide
You bring it out alive
a twisted picture I tried to override

I tackle into your obstacles
traps so conveniently made
capture me once - it's enough
for an image you clayed

I have no wish to stay
I'm not made of clay
People can change
or just be incorrectly-displayed


reality is just fragments of memories
it does not exist
from your tight unjust fist
to a cut of a wrist
poof - I do not exist.