People that I might frustrate or disappoint :
I wish I had a twin version of me,
Or even a whole serie
So you could find me available anytime,
In any of my usual spots
And I would always be open to conversation
Or just to hear you discharge your emotions,
All you had to conceal through a day’s work
And I would even consider beer as an option,
Whatever helps to make the connection.

People that I might avoid,
Or never seem to rejoin ;
I wish I had more extra-time or energy
Who doesn’t of course,
But there are those whom you don’t expect much from,
And those who make you seek their attention,
For they showed you once a little concern.

It’s out of respect for your assumption
That I pass up the chance of a discussion
You don’t want this tiny portion of my understanding,
You don’t want this micro dose of my empathy,
Or that I just pretend you have my sympathy.

And furthermore,
You wouldn’t want me to say it :
How much I don’t want your company
Not right now
If at all
Not every day, for sure
As for that clone version of mine,
It’s the same :
If I saw him once in a month, it’d be fine.

People that I might neglect
Or I seem perhaps to disdain ;
You’re allowed to condemn my failings
There are too many signals I cannot see
Or choose not to see
And it pains me when I realize
I could’ve only said one word,
Only spared one look,
Just to make you feel better.

But if you come to me as yet another prick,
Too drunk to calmly speak
Or to listen to your opposite,
Then you know the reason of your frustration,
And accept you deserve it.

Oh, and forget about this twin version of me,
He would neither answer your questions, really.

(Painting by Egon Schiele)