Confuse me

It's not fair.

Faults can be hard to accept when you’re

sleeping

When you’re walking on a thin rope suspended

into the sky

So high up, your choices are either heaven or

Death

But why do we choose The Night sometimes?

When you can walk down the shortcut

with a few scratches

Big enough to allow the life to spill

But nothing too small to allow a straight face.

You find peace

False belief

You find love

It contradicts up above

Maybe it’s alright to lie

You think

But you twist and turn at night,

unable to silence the voices haunting you

and then you come to a conclusion

to do what you deem right

the truth

but the truth doesn’t fall into place

Wrongly right

Rightly wrong

I want to love

I want happiness

But Love and Happiness in their eyes

Needs an age

Needs a maturity,

an explanation

But how could I possibly explain

When I have no answer

I love

No explanation; not because

I want to love equally

But I’m restricted.

Will tears escape your lids when it’s closed?

Or do I have to run in hiding to purge my

emotions?