What do I do, self?
Do I continue to let a man rule me
A man with charm who gets to fool me
Do I stay and say I’m sorry
Or apologize for ever bothering
With you?
Help
A man who often helps me,
Cares to protect me,
But then closes open doors?
He holds the strings
While he plays me like a puppet
I’m in love with this man
And I can’t even help it
He takes all my energy
And there no sense of


Stealth.
Help.

An artist in theme,
A set artist indeed
To go rue the outside world
For its wall space and scene.
She will walk the land;
But, as it never goes as planned
She stops by for drinks at pubs
And sees some nice spots on the way.
Oh little Lily, you will rue the day.

I'm tired.
I'm feeling sad, lonely, and confused.
Some days I can pull of happy
When others, I can be in a mood.
I do what I can to groove.
Lately I've had an extreme case of the blues.
And it's sad to play happy,
When I actually feeling more alone even when I'm with you.

Madness.
It's something in us all.
Some hide things well,
others afraid of being raw.
Some are enclosed
and can't reach within;
Some people are scared
and others win.
A careless madness
is for people with success
and a non-reasonable madness,
for those on the streets
who don't get to rest.