I wake up every morning and I do not know what happened before
I shake off knowing I have everything under control.
With my malodorous attire I wander
An old mosquito with a walking stick dressed up like a man
A mosquito with swagger
I laugh out loud but with no one laughing with me.
The world looks strange. Is everyone blind? Do they not see what I'm seeing?
I want to ask them what has happened instead they ran away when I approach.