Earring

Earring Standing in line, In my resolute behavior Looking with contempt At all the things ,that make my ears burn Standing there waiting my turn Conscious of the slow movement of the line I hear the argot language, in the conversations that surround My mind Using patience and self-control I begin to socialize until I realize That the interacting with noisy gossip is not my thing So I turn around and without a feeling I disconnect from what only makes my Ear-ring