TROUBLE-MAKERS

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I come from a long line of trouble-makers,

double-talkers, and mirror- breakers.

I don’t know if I’m coming or going.

I don’t know if I’m being or not being.

I get bored and tired of things so easily.

It is more of a curse than a gift. I don’t

think I could ever be comfortable being me.

I look at the mirror and I want to smash it.

I go back and forth pacing aimlessly. It
makes it seem like I am aggressive and

unpredictable. I am a bit of a wild card.

I come from a long line of trouble-makers.

I am just not all there. I watch the world

with a skewed view. I am a contrarian

by nature. I can’t stop who I am. I am

coming like a cross-fire hurricane and

I’m going away like a rolling stone.