Your Stories
What trouble is it to you, I ask
To let me be inside myself -
To think To wait
To concentrate
On my worries?
What cause to doubt do I create
By not telling you this one thing
That is mine..
It is mine
I assure you.
Why do you push to hear what you loathe to hear?
Where bursting thoughts fall on deaf ears?
What of my thoughts, I ask you please?
Do my thoughts not belong to me?
In tones I hesitate to call music
You elaborate my evil scheme
Before I even know it
You do
Assume.
Go ahead and wish it on me
You won’t get inside my head
Where you will twist
And turn
Your stories.
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