Am I Really Sane
You ask me what I think,
and before I answer,
you walk away,
tell me something,
do you care anyway?
You tell me we need to talk,
and before I have a chance,
you get ready to go out,
asking me to iron your pants.
If someone else looks my way,
or stops to say hello,
you get all mad at me,
and a fit you begin to throw.
I'm trying hard to figure this out,
my brain is really numb,
you act like you care,
then say I'm rally dumb.
All I want is peace, and quiet,
a place of solitude,
not this circus life,
do you hear me dude?
I sit,and write my songs,
something I really enjoy,
then you get mad again,
as if I took your favorite toy.
My life is a cobweb,
so sticky, and a mess,
and everytime I try, and change it,
I fail another test.
On, and on,
an endless war,
nothing I stand to gain,
I ask myself, am I really sane.
This is something I made up, not serious...
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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