She had a harsh tone,
Her sturdy voice said:
"You are on your own".
My face growing red,
Only to reply,
"You make me helpless".
She began to sigh,
Starting to express,
Anger in her eyes,
Standing effortlessly,
Pointing out my "lies",
Due to lack of trust.
Thinking to myself:
"Why me, oh why me",
Doomed to my own hell,
"Why me, oh why me"

Running low on benevolence
Waiting on a revelation
For life to be more evident
Just wanting an explanation

Life's comical creations,
No lack of variation,
People destined to be ******,
Falling with no where to land,

People blessed with ignorance,
No pleas for indifference,
Only bliss and fantasy,
In a world of agony...