Guest

I raise my forehead and open my eyes more than I can.

She knocked on the door. 
Me who is not myself opens the door. 
A guest that I know and I don't want to meet yet, 
She enters and I invite her to sit on a chair. 
Fear not because she was a murderer, 

but,
Because I didn't know how to deal with it.

Should I be someone else? who should I be?