I hate the sound of cranes next to my building,
and kettles filled with water that’s already boiling.
I hate the sound of the birds chirping
and my neighbors roosters’ crowing that means dawn’s finally breaking.
I hate the sound of the radio playing
and the carpenters next door busy hammering.
I hate the sound of the screen door banging
when each of my family starts to wake up one by one in the morning.
I hate to think that while everyone is already busy working,
I am still here laying in bed, sleepless and overthinking.