Always sitting in the corner
Waiting for some change
Wishing, hoping, waiting praying
All to no avail
Damned if I do, insanity if I don't
Internal conflict that will never cease.
Ah, this will be so bittersweet.
Bite into the poison apple.
I'm dying to take just a nibble of the sweetest forbidden fruit.
Who is the one who wins?
What actually makes these things happen?
I'm pretty sure it's not the poetry writing lunatics.