uncertainty

uncertainty kills me

i dunno what's waiting

for me at the interview

are they going to slaughter me?

and tell me that i am worthless?

i'm terrified

never been so terrified as i am right now

whatever the hell they tell me

or ask me

i should stay calm and just present myself

as it is

but somehow

even the thought of it makes me nausious.

the sound of a falling tree

if a tree that falls without anyone hearing it

is not making a sound

i am neither

i do not exist

my scream is not heard

mirror

you are

an imperfect version of myself

forget me

for i do not wish

to fall in love

with myself