Happy and sad, about being sad, Certain and uncertain, about being glad, Enraged and composed, on being compared, Desirous and content, of being ignored. Anxious and patient, to do nothing, Hopeful and scared, to learn something, Curious and nonchalant, to
The day was quiet, very much like the silence it brought, Soaking in the serenity that my existence has long sought, I wished music would beat noise to be today’s first sound, As I compel myself to fight back and
Looking at myself in the mirror, I see myself all wrong, Causing me to doubt the truth I had known for so long, When left seems like right, surely something isn’t right, Maybe it was the reflection, or perchance the
Nobody seems to understand, though it is a simple fact, It seems they believe you’re a party to this daily pact, Going it appears, into nothingness at the hint of dawn, Happy that the sun is breaking out on another
A few years ago, they took me away, cuffed and chained, Only doing their duty, they knew not how much it pained, Days, weeks, months I have sat, staring at the bars, Awaiting the day to fly and converse with