In truth I am careless
And devious so
But my tendency to lack kindness stems from love
And not the hate that you believe so
In truth I am relentless
And I'll never let go
And my eagerness to stay is not out of desperation
But the attachment that never slows
In truth I am lackluster and brilliant
But all my thoughts and whispers are met with silence
For my ingenuity engineered from dust
I yearn for recognition and trust
Neither or
I know for sure
The eyes I peer through
Shall show no wrong
Nor the ears I hear through
Shall listen no longer
Because in truth I am heartless
And joyless so
But my burdened heart exists for a reason
And I am yet to know why
