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 them has camouflaged you.

And I don't blame you. You're funny

and also, bizarre... simultaneously.