Sometimes I cry when I think.
I quench my thirst for knowledge by lying in my dreams.
I escape reality by sleeping on me.
I awake to what you expected.
Sorry that’s not me.
Problem is I am the facade you want to see. In reality you don’t expect much from yourself.
You expect your world of me!
We serve up love masked as reaching out for help.
We are in denial of self, yet in lust we please ourselves.
WE NEED HELP!