to no one or two.

[akiwawa]

I'm growing a beard
I'm shaving my head
You're leaving me seared
You're thinking I'm dead.

You twisted and pulled
I left to ferment
I'm alone and still fooled
You pushed and I bent.

The sum of it all

is that although it hurts

at the very least you know you're still alive.

It's better than being numb, although numb seems to be the way to go lately. And this is written about no one and to no one in particular.

Seriously.