A sub-conscience thought

Why must these drops of insecurity keep falling on my forehead?
Was it nature or nurture that I was mislead

Why must these doubts keep questioning me
Was it something I said, that made you seek shelter from me

What is it about me that I don't understand
Is it my eye, my feet or my shaking hand

Why is it that after all the time past,
I can't trust you on making this last

What if for one time, it is you and not me
If it is something you did that proves YOU abondened me

What if for once you imagine my life,
not all roses, but full of hatred and srife

What if only this time, you let me be mad
for maybe after all the choice was there for you to be had.

What if I sat here in my room so late
would you know or understand my dreary fate

With this in my mind and nowhere near yours
Please let me be mad, and dry up my skin whence the tears they pours



these are the mere utterances of a lunatic