What is it all but a dream and a hope??
What have I gained? Nothing more than anxiety and a bad case of the ‘mopes’.
A fainting heart, perhaps a dream to depart.
Glossy eyes and the tears that well up inside.
Nothing more than illusions.
You lie to me as I lie to you.
I prefer to be exactly as I state myself to be.
Never will I know the truth, the pain, the reality.
I’m merely a wisp…. just a clump of madness-ity.