I thought, it was the look of her eyes,
No, it was cannabis.
She wants me,
To, engage,
In vices she does.
Yet she knew me, as I was,
A lesser being,
A normal boy, who,
Has no desire to see anything more.
A boy,
Content with the world I know,
Because baby,
What you don’t know,
Can cause you no pain.
I suffer,
For my innocence,
And I suffer,
For my inability to,
Separate what should be done,
To stay alive,
And what she do,
To stay a life.
Maybe,
Men like us,
Ought extinguish our existence,
Because,
What is the need, if any,
Of Being with a girl,
Atop the social ladder,
Whence, you’re nothing,
But a wallflower.
