I am a woman.
When I`m confiding on people...
Some people stabb me in the back.
Some people are not meant too be,
With me.

When everything cools down, and I`m on my own...
I don`t take it easy.
By myself, with myself.
I`m writing a poem, when all I should do is to listen to music.
And I`m being punished by my own body.
Maybe , or maybe not?

What are the symptoms.
I can feel pain, to the bone.
And my back is getting more and more straight...
There is a sound to it.

When I listen to music, wich is artificial...
My body has its own sound.
It`s own music.