DestineChaos

I think, therefore I am, I am, what I think. What if I am without, Am I without, what I am? Or am I without, what I'm not? If I am without, something I am. I am not, but I am. There for I am not, what I am without. And I am without, what I am not. Though so closely it reflects of my likeness, That is all it is. And I am, more than I thought.

Of all cliches I detest, This one I loath most of all. Upon Blind eye and Deaf ears, only do my words fall. I've no one to lean on. I haven't a friend. I put myself out there. I'm alone in the end. Am I blind? Am I deaf? Do you ever come to think, Are you to blind to not see those who are there? Are you so deaf not to hear them ask how you are? I do and it tickles me pink... To just now realize that past your self hypocrisy, You really are that pathetic in the end...