Dysfunctional
transendental
mediocrity.
Broken heart
torn apart
too blind to see.
Intellect
with regret
such tragedy.
Unrelated
much debated
stolen memory.
Who's to say
you'll see the day
I became me?
There's no time to borrow
no tomorrow
no sensitivity.
You can't expect
me to check
the person you'll be.
No one left to blame
such a shame
the negativity.
I wish you'd pretend
to let me mend
your prosperity.
But who's to say
you'll see the day
I became me?