Your counted by percentage.
Some may claim you to be their lover the ones with a weak mind.. you have possessed and now they can’t let go
As You desperately leave them wanting for more
The loved ones view you as an evil stuck in a bottle
But yet it’s not your fault
While your tucked in a shelve
And kept away.
But it’s them that tried you in the first place and now
You have become their intoxication. A possession that can take them out of their emptiness
The loved ones ask why?
And no answer
The individual remains silent.. and only with their thoughts
Protecting what they have in their hands
a lover
Yes a lover
That is breaking relationships, and finally your left to confront the cold world.
You feel left out and not loved.
But all along they were their
By your side.
While you were blinded by the love that kept you out of touch with the reality around you