19042020

Is tough to be a bug.
The world looks so big,
and you're so small.
Everything is big compared to you,
everyone looks like a giant.

Is tough to be a bug.
Every day feels like it could be the last.
Always running, trying to escape catastrophe.
You're already used to being look at
with pity, with disgust, with anger,
for no reason.

Is tough to be a bug.
Nobody cares about you.
They only see you as an annoyance.
Your existence bothers everyone.
Nobody likes you.

Is tough to be a bug.
So, sometimes, it's almost relieving,
to know your life is short and
maybe tomorrow you won't suffer any more.