Control

White as the floor tiles

Slippery like a mopped floor

Intense like the sound of someone who tripped

Walk carefully, the world is slippery

When you fall, no one will hold you

No one will confront you

Just like the detergent used on that floor

Foams are formed on the noses of haters

When they poke their nose where they’re not supposed to

They shiver in jealousy

Their eyes covered in anguish

They are like a hidden camera

Call them the paparazzi

Give me space

Let me live

I don’t know how to drive

But I can dive into a pool of greatness

Just to swim with the big sharks

Catch fish rich in protein

I need nutrition

My brain is on starvation

I haven’t done my usual in quite a while

The guilt in me is killing me

It won’t let me socialize

My heartbeat is irregular

I need to take control

The life of this boy is critical

He needs someone by his side

The boy is me

Isn’t that enough, why ask too many questions?