hm ..if so I never notice
The rage, anger and madness season a life
Sometimes soft as a feather;
sometimes like a knife
The poor manic is she
one who lets her mood wriggle free
not aware
Promised no rose garden
I beg your pardon
The reflection smiles at me
looking into the mirror
to like what I see
No bonds and ties
comfortably numb
I've never been wise.