I hate your praise,

I hate your praise,
Not because I mistrust,
But for it is not enough.
Had I known praise,
I would not need yours.
I hate your company,
You don’t give me full attention.
I don’t need yours,
But mine gets lost without it.


And then I seek mine
Where attention is consciousness.
If I give myself my attention,
Perhaps I can find my heart in love.
Concentration and attention are same.
Can I be alive.