I Am Always Hearing An Echo Mustache

I am always hearing an echo mustache
in every way I move that sounds like
a hollow aluminum, canister.
This empty sensation is followed
by an insect, and a particular virus.
Combining the two, there is an
infected bug in tin in there.
I am wishing to break free from this type
of communication.
I never trust myself when it comes
to interpersonal relationships. I think
that's because I am never even
sure that I know you and yet
here you are, if you are here.
Otherwise, I don't know what is happening.
I see myself as an open
pore that can't be filled.
O god, it's the worst poem ever and
I'm writing it.