In the stuff we can't explain,
Pain silently weaves its intricate chain.
Complaints seem odd, but the heart's refrain,
Insanity reigns in the mind's terrain.

Calm exterior, a deceptive veneer,
Inside, a hurricane of thoughts unclear.
What you call a spark, to me, a flame,
Not lame, just not playing the same game.

I endure for a while, but limits attain,
Love transcends mere entertainment's domain.
Duties to deliver, rights to claim,
In the realm of love, authenticity's name.