blame

In what shades do your thoughts flow
to feel the happiness you need?

What kind of silence do you prefer
for you to be comforted inside?

In your mind's room, who's in charge
of your own imbecilic mistakes? 

I saw you arrayed in sinful's attires.
None of 'em didn't camouflage you.

And I don't blame you. You're funny
and also, bizarre... simultaneously.


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