Lost


Lost within one's mind
Deranged how two objects are opposite in the most similar disguise
Disgusting to one's eyes to understand that these objects know each other's characteristics but no real eyes never realize real lies
Unfortunate to an object of matter, the confusion of disappointment
The illness of the two, you think they would clue
But yet they tend to continue into life without care
I sit, I wait--nothing; brings tears to one's eyes
However, the laughter in one's mouth
When will they interview with the hurt that's known?
No, never; stupidity is at its foremost
Pain has grown

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