8-26-01

Crossing the threshhold of reality
carried by insanity
finding no difference in the two
pretending to smile
afraid my mask will break
by the bricks of skeptism
thrown by you
You want me to raise my fists
fight back
I find in more amusing to give you
everything except what you want
Irony is my defense. knowledge and wit my weapons
I wonder who'll win?
You like to use me to cover your insecurities
I like to pull back and expose them,
leaving you raw and bleeding
Is that mean?