Unfold This Grave Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

When you sit in discussion,
Viewing and giving notice to my percussion;
Singing my life,
making it a free style.
Making jokes;
trying to be fun folks.
About the way that I talk,
the way I walk,
The style of my hair,
And how life for me you think it's fair.

Talking about whom I see,
What kind of a man is he,
Where is he from
and whom is he with and what for;
Trying to figure out
what's his cheating's about.
Dotting down the times that I cry,
laugh or sigh;
The places I go to,
And the depths of my crew.

You have been busy now I see;
You won't rest nor cease.
You've dedicated your lives to mine.
You've been my followers for some time,

Hush!
Shush!
Enough, now I yell.
Let me live my life to tell.
Let me embrace the love of this man from hell.