Have you noticed how they look at you?
You're always invisible.
Why do you say that they don't care
if it's you the unpredictable?
Why do you promise me
an unbearable loyalty
if you make me question
all of my sanity?
What do you stand for?
I know what I have to lose.
A permanent imagination
programmed to confuse me,
or a loyal friend
capable of fixing me.
Although I glorify solitude
I can pause the definition.
I'd rather be alone with you
than be alone with my reflection.
You've taught me the wrong steps.
I can't dance out of the fences.
It's your mistake to make me think
that I was bloody normal
when they clearly looked at me
with an unpleasant expression.
That's why I don't like you.
That's why I don't hate you.
I admire your sham.
The chills on my spine
when you hold my neck.
They're bigger than instinct.
I don't even dare to draw
the maze you put me in
by the mad reasons you've created. Is it real? Maybe surreal?
Perhaps there is a difference
presented with elegance.
Maybe they don't see it from blindness,
maybe I see it from lack of reality
I sincerely don't know.
I'll get tired eventually
of trying to explain.
I do care about description
but this thought shall be in vain.
Show me a bit more of disagreement
with each word that excites me.
Use exaggeration on my numbers.
You have me so much that I've left myself
June 2015
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