So, you say I’ve lost my sanity?
And the root of all my problems is due to my lack of humanity?
Question yourself for you speak in utter profanity.
Everything you say will only increase your inanity,
For isolation is not a sign of animosity.
But manipulation is; welcome back to reality.
The words you speak are tainted with lethality;
You’re forgetting the limits to your mentality.
And by reversing the truth of morality,
You’re defying rationality,
Thinking you’re ascending with that personality,
When in reality,
You’re heading towards a calamity.
I may not have begged you to stay,
But I was in so much pain as I watched you walk away,
I had no choice, you made up your mind.
You raised your voice, and left me behind.
I thought your love for me was real,
Yet you’re the reason I forget how to feel.
I wish it didn’t haunt me to this day,
But there’s something I really wanted to say.
I was afraid it wasn’t right someway,
So I didn’t let my words reach the light of day.
Even though I said nothing,
I still overthink everything,
The promise that we made,
And the games that we played,
I should have known those meant nothing to you,
But I was innocent, there was nothing I could do.
But what was done was done,
And it seems that I wasn’t the one,
So I’ll vanish back into the dark,
And try to forget the beauty of that spark.
If only I was blind,
Then, I wouldn’t be a witness to the chaos left behind,
If only I was mute,
Then, I wouldn’t have to take part in this pointless dispute
If only my hearing was impaired,
Then, I wouldn’t know of the injustice that was declared.
But the grass never stayed still while the wind blew,
So we all told lies that were believed to be true.
We bruit with no shame,
Prompting naïve minds into our ‘harmless’ game,
We shield our guilt with other’s innocence,
Claiming it as our own, and obliterating all evidence.
We replace decency with deception,
Acceptance with rejection.
But look at our position,
We’ve already failed our most important mission.
You’re free to walk your trail,
As if you’re in a fairy tale.
But I warn there is no happy ending.
And know that you’re descending,
In life there’s no room for objection.
You can’t complain about a reflection,
Thus you’ll be faced with much rejection.
So don’t accept any confession.
This is the end of your lesson.
I’m free to walk my trail
As if I’m in a fairy tale.
There may not be a happy ending
And yes, I’m aware that I’m descending,
But I’m not here to broadcast my objection
For I’d never complain of my reflection,
My heart was never opened to face rejection.
But here is my confession:
I never chose this depression.