Why do you want to talk to me?
Why do I want to talk to you?
Am I the reason for your disharmony!?
I am the reason for your disharmony!
Why do I make closeness such a distant touch?
Now I know my arms can’t find sanctity
Where is the simplicity of this objectivity?
I am stressed, parched and under pressure to make the measure
I always write things down…
hoping I remember my own handwritten gestures
I want to ask you to leave and don’t comeback….
I am afraid this might be the fact and not to my pleasure
I write this knowing in my mind I write it…
for this to roll off your tongue would be wrong
I am sad, I am mad, just really really bad
as I cannot make these bipolar insecurities something of a past to me.
I know why… while I think it is wrong.
Do I want to be happy?
What makes me know I am wasting everyone’s time?
Might be I am drawn among the causality of the dreaming deceiving breed
I may be good but my heart is hollow…
Yet I seem to fill all lives with sorrow
I wonder from where it is I shall understand love is not to borrow
I am dressed in Plaid and sad
I am sad and dressed in plaid
Don’t see me…
© Seyi sage Awolesi… Wordsmith… 26102003151200
“It’s all so quiet, shhhhh!!”