Its not me who is wrong
Nor you who is right
Nobody knows the real truth
And whats waiting behind
Me or you
We don't have a clue
To open this place
Without waiting for the pace
It is weird how you can
Always try and act
As if you think that the fact
Is the truth in your hand
Its crazy how i believe
That i have no power on myself
That you can change me
Or abandon me on the shelf
Its hard you know
I am trying to do
Whatever i can
To understand what to understand
Complication always fill the air
As if we cannot breathe Because of it
Its hurts me and to be fair
Its unbearable and sometimes kills
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Mysteries
Poesiathe black saw right through me, the black so into me. the black has taken me. now where is me?
