• So You Walk Past.
    I Watch.
    Try Not Took Look Too Hard, But I Watch.
    It Hurts.
    Then The Pessimist In Me Come To Mind.
    I Sometimes Hate The Thought Of You, But I Like You, Your Presence And Your Sensibility.
    You Prohibit Sleep And Confound Life.
    Do You Understand My Inability To Cope With The Opression Of This Mental Abuse?
    That I Doubt... No That I Know.