Left In the Dark, Afraid Without Light, This Little Girl Is No Match For Such a Terrible Fright
Too many god-awful thoughts.
If you swear you care then please, I plea, take away my thoughts.
It’s torture to be aware.
Ignorance is bliss.
Why do I foolishly insist on knowing more.
As if I welcome misery with open arms over and over again.
Keep it coming, bring it on, I can’t wait for the rush.
Such as one gets from gaping wounds open wide revealing feelings locked inside.
A thought, an idea, drenched in fun.
Cut me open, slice me up, now figure me out.
But whatever you do not fill me in.
For if I know I’ll just worry, constructing over analyzed doubt.
I stray away from placed blame upon others,
but blame for sorrows must be placed somewhere I’m sure.
All signs point inquisitively to me, myself can not stand it, I am utterly pained.
Lets break it down mathematically, I’m afraid I must share.
When a finger gets pointed three are pointing back,
so if I point my finger towards me then multiply by three,
than three more times by perpetually me,
well then I give you a product that has the mad hatter confused.
Do not fret if I’m not making any sense to you.
I’m used to the nonsense, and often find babble a muse.
Copyright © Heidi Scherber | Year Posted 2010
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