20. February 2011

You bathe in your own pain and sorrow.
You constantly dread tomorrow.
You feel as though the world is against you.
Just waiting for the sky to fall through.
Pessimistic and Unstable.
Imbalanced and Unable
to understand the good intentions-
To analyze and see in three dimensions.
You wait for apologies from those
not guilty.
Your moods are confusing-- Your contemplations, empty.

You won't look up.
Won't look for yourself...
You're beautiful, and you hide.
You won't let others see inside.
You're hard to read, confusing to be.
I think you're in love with me.

20th February. 2011