How can you sort
things
When you are not even
sure of yourself?
When what you like
and you don’t
When what you want
and you hate
Is not even clear to
you?
How can pain exists
When you tried so
hard to guard yourself?
When you have built a
barricade
When you have covered yourself
So hurt won’t pain
the slightest of you?
How can things be so
unclear
When they are as
simple as can be?
When the things that
are easy to understand
When the things that
are easily afront
Are hard for you to
take?
How can one’s heart
be discerned
When one’s heart is
unsure?
When a heart has been
covered, barricaded
When it has been hurt
and has grown weary
Is it even possible
to call it a heart?
