A state of Parabole (Poem)
It feels like my heart is leaving my body, And my body's trapped inside, a lifeless nest. Perhaps a cage in a prism, where I must shine, But remain unseen, a state of anguish, not divine. A state of parabole; A very bad state to be in. Even if I am wrong will you still judge me, Even if I'm flawed, can you still respect me? A state of turmoil, with emotions wild, A place I hate to be, like an anxious child. Even if I am a bad human will you still love me, A state of parabole, hysterical in its nature, A bad state I hate to be in. This i call the deception of love from another human