To be, or not to be; that is not the question.
To express or to be void of all expression,
To speak or to shelter another secret,
To love or to lie.
Or to find a quiet shelter to peacefully die.
I do not know, I do not care.

Innocence of humour ceases to exist
When a joke is followed by a stare,
And when I am the only one laughing
As if a man with a condition
With no sense of what the fuck everyone's talking


Fond of abandonment, I was before,
But now I'm fond of change .
I do not wish to stay away from you,
Not anymore, not for a moment
The world I live in though, isn't one
That cares as to what I wish for
For I am no king, nor do I commanded a horde of people with my pen
But I try to explain to them I have qualities, that I can make people understand
By talking to them soundly
But they do no understand
That is NOT the way they say
They do not understand that it is okay
For something you despise to exist, 
It's okay sometimes for a change
Like when a poem doesn't rhyme anymore


Therefore I shall hide my thoughts 
And make them my secrets
Forever burried in my heart
Never to be uttered by my lips
For you do not express 
And a source of pain are to you, my expressions.