In the midst of chaos,
The center of mayhem
I sit, and I wonder, and I think
Why am I forced to explain myself?
In a world full of chaos, hate, and corruption,
It all remains a mystery,
Left for a later time-but
Bianca sits at the head of the interrogation table
Why are you the way you are?
What went wrong or should we say what do you think went wrong?
How could we make life easier for you?
Is it attention you need?
I'm left speechless
It's not that I can't find the words
Or a lack thereof
It's just I promised myself I'd never explain
Who I am-
Or give excuses
For the person I am
Or even apologies
For the person I will grow to be
I guess I have no choice-
I'll just add this to the broken promises that layer my heart with guilt
Well, I am who I am without reason
So much went wrong-
But tears I cry-
Aren't for me but for poverty, and war, and rape, and hate
You could make life easier for me in so many ways-
By realizing that life is not measured by the amount of people you impressed-
But impressions left on hearts-
And yes I need attention
But not in the way you accuse
Time waits on no one-
And my fellow human beings are running out of time-
Dying in wars,
Dying from hunger,
Dying at the hands of man,
And it's only a matter of time before apathy kills us all
