I N S O M N I O CY C L O T Í M I C O

I lie to the newspaper and then I can't look at myself in the mirror.
I turn my eyelids into fluttering hummingbirds, trying to erase the red from my eyes.
I paint my skin brown,
I want to erase my face, I want to forget my existence.
This being no longer has a name or identity
I am neither man nor woman
I am neither a bird nor an elephant
I'm a liar playing innocent to fit the expectations of who I thought I was.
I'm tired of being,
I'm tired of pretending to be who I think I am.