Poetry dump

Lunatic

Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I need do heal,
but from the two of us... Only I am real.
No need to discuss it,
it's not a big deal.
Stop telling me how to feel.

Don't you have better things to focus on,
than pulling my strings from dusk to dawn?
Apologize, but I'm already gone.
That's what it brings,
when you use your brawn.

Have you ever thought before you speak?
Your accusations' so weak.
Produce a thought before you shriek,
call me a lunatic,
call me a freak.