Riddles and rimes
It seems that's all I'm good for
Comfort for crimes
I can do that and more
If that's all I can do and nothing more
But cause misery and sorrow
For all others that follow
Listen to my cry
Should I live or die
If I could put my mind at ease
And set my spirit free
How could that be
This side of me
No one can see
I'm distant like a tree
Silent as can be
Who would ever notice me
This is the true me inside
The part I try to hide
Each time it makes me cry
Finding myself wandering why
