They can drive a man mad.
I didn’t ask for them.
I don’t deserve them.
Seized opportunities and stolen responsibilities
Maybe one day when they figure out
That being understood is the best treasure in the world
And I was way way behind on that
They will know how chaotic it was
To dream about other things.
These walls are falling and crumbling
At least on the inside
But on the outside they are firm and okay.
Cover under the cloth of A okay.
See whenever things seem a bit more okay than they look like.
Or a little more prettier than normal
Its maybe because its the tip of the ice berg.
And you have seen none of it.
It can only be sensed or imagined.
Or maybe haunt you a few years later.
These walls are here to stay.
Standing on strength of society and responsibilities.
As the eclipse occurs and they close their eyes
Never in their dreams will they let me hear it
But they love it when I write.
Or when I post
And secretly, deceivingly they will find a post similar to mine
And post it too and claim I’m the obsessed one
The world is full of people
Who can’t accept the feelings inside their hearts.
Forever fans but no where to start.