A lost trapezium with my sides
In this vast blue globe
Trotting away from stares from
Each corner of the circle
At my uneven sides.
The elephant in the room
That makes you so uncomfortable
The heat is unbearable, but they wait
For the right moment — hit the iron
When it’s hot. So I get curves; on point
Tangible but incongruous, push me away
Laugh at my diagonals, and angles
For circles do not possess them.
You envy, as I unaware, try
To build the facade required to fit
Bury myself. Once. Twice. Always.
Disperse away every segment
From my lines, once well defined.
Perish, though what fault of mine?
Decided that all should abandon
Then life, allow me first.