a quijote?

I made a crack
so I could look at you
though the crumbling wall
of my self-preservation.

it took me awhile to make,
knocking my head against.

now I see you,
(behind)
my forehead is numb.

and maybe you’re right,
maybe it is better.

(like this).

do you hear me?
I am looking at you!

while you’re dressing yourself
in the attire of rinds,
that you peeled
off my ego.

an armor you made.

to fight speeding cameras
while I am hiding.