Am I
Here I am, again.
Yet, it feels the same.
It feels like glass and gas,
Like metal and plastic,
And it makes me think:
Why am I here?
Sadness showed on the face
Of the one whom I love,
Again.
As she cried,
The torrent of her pain
Washed over me
And tore my heart apart,
And yet, here I am again.
I must be mad.
Am I?
