They Wonder Why.

As Do I.

Why does she wonder why?

Perhaps it's because people like me, we don't trust anybody.

Not that anyone can trust me.

People with eyes like hers claw at my soul like a scroll from some sort of ancient priest with some religious decrees.

Baby, we don't trust nobody.

Hands like matches setting friendships a blaze.

Being caught in a Misty Haze of ways to escape this labrynth maze.

Everyday I raise my flags and throw the rainbow at old hags that think I get to decide who I like and pretend this makes me glad, their old rags shaking in spite of my deep sadness, perhaps it's just madness.

Roses are red, violets are blue, those are both hues, tell me, what do I have to do to be seen by you?

- Ariah Christman