I am casted in the role of insanity’s lover
And I fear that my act is taking over.
I am merely human, yet life is a bitch and I can’t control her
And the weight of the world lies on my shoulders.
Crowded by people, yet I stand alone
Nobody in my corner, once my cover is blown.
Incapable of trust and allergic to affection
Protective of my heart, so I sever all connections
If you get too close, I will act like I have lost all attraction
Once again, fear triumphs love and I show no reaction.
My tongue vicious, and my intentions foul
An erratic mind, with a deteriorating soul
Contemplating whether I will ever be whole.
I seek refuge in you, although I act indifferent
Subconsciously aware that with you it is different
©Alexander Berg Mattsson