It is hard to be the one no one likes.
To sit on the ground
stomach bare and limbs sprawled
open like a scallop. They did not
say anything, and I did not apologise,
It is hard to be the one who is liked.
To lie with one's body
covered and one's limbs crossed. If
the sun is too bright
and one's eyes are accustomed to the dark, if one
does not even know
one's own name, it is hard to speak