You talk of things such as how your hate can be in opposition your melancholy,
Your view of life and things mystifies me.
Its as though you see things through a kalieodoscope,
Narrow yet still recieving the full picture.
Maybe the image I have of you is just an illusion,
You think things like expressing my emotions come easily to me,
But its all an act,
You'll soon see my instability and imperfection...