A part of myself
That cries inside.
No matter what is done,
Or said…
It’s sad for me to see
You believe in lies
Carried in your head.
Your stubbornness isn’t charming.
Nor is your virtuousness a lift for change.
There is a bi-polar tendency…
That keeps me on edge,
Waiting for your lunacy
To become more obviously deranged!
That’s what I dred!
And I’m not making an appointment…
To have those times arranged!
I’m looking for an exit instead!
Yes I can deny I hide from you.
Although that’s exactly what it is I do!
I am trying to get you off my pack.
Since your conflicting points of view,
Frightens!
They attack.
Knowing so many like you are convinced…
Reality can be condensed to avoid,
With a supported delusion that destroys!
And that is scary to know you applaud its reception!
I’d rather turn my back.
But I’m afraid to do even that!