Musings of the Mad

Live in the sky

I try to ask God. He does not say why.

“You must have four wings if you want to fly.” 

The Cherribum say to me.

The reason for everyone seems to be different

Like, I am a teacher, but you are an idgit. 

And I can even get you to admit it

But only once, to me.

Someone will tell you “Yeah, I’m on your side,”

But do not believe them ‘cause everyone lies.

And even the closest you have to yourself

Are secretly carving a way for themselves

I get so depressed I am down on my knees

Absolutely everyone has disappointed me

And nobody knows me as well as I do!

It’s the entire problem but what can I do?