Written From the Safe Corner

I didn't do what I said I would do.

I couldn't risk leaving my safe corner.

I didn't ask for an extension, either.

Would you have me face a hell-world

With both talking and people in it?

So, I left my life incomplete.

My doorknob was hung up too high,

and my will wasn't long enough to reach it.

There's no amount of money you could pay me

To show myself to the world in full sunlight.

I offer no other excuses for that.

The world doesn't know right the words for them,

Only its itises and osises,

But I'm not sick, not really.

I just feel even smaller than usual today.