I'm not myself

 I want to be a wine bottle

to a lover in pain.

I want to be a forgotten flower in a book.

I want to have four nationalities and one home.

I want to carry a bag on my back that only fits my mother.

I want to put my lovers in my pocket

So I could kiss them every minute.

I want to create many children from my shoes.

I want to move my hand on my father's beard

Without remembering that he will wake up some day

And not find me!

I want to send many emails

telling people how much deception there is in them.

I want him to stand on the edge of my scream,

One shot from my lung would make him fall upward!

I want to change my soul like I change my clothes

I want it to be diffused with the smell of washing detergents.

I want to throw language away from my room,

Like a rotten coughing sock.

I want to tell the Oud player

That he is punishing the strings with his thick fingers.

I want to be shown exclusively on the screens of happiness.

I want to be fought by sadness.

I want it to be a censor, and am a frightening book.

Simply,

I want to walk in a demonstration against myself.