Poem Box

The Fool

After all the years that I've been alone.

I've learned to hide tears,

a heart became a stone,

and casted out fears.

Then you, you fatuous,

you came.

Every heart, you easily tame.

Looking from you to me,

All I can see is negativity.

Then appeared a vain hope,

And here we go again, back to being coped.

I chose the easy way out,

Can't shout my thoughts out loud.

I'm being provoke,

Doesn't mind even if I choke.

You'd probably hate me,

And would say what a masochist I am.

But please, see the other side of me.

Promise, I won't make you scram.