What does this mean?

Is their something wrong with me?

Is this you place

What gives you the right,

To question me?

You speak as though you know me

You don’t

You know the vile creature

The cynic

The true me is confused,

And lost

Unsure of the truth.

I’m doubting

That your world of numbers

Is in a firm hold

Is it about to come crashing down?

My dear Gestapo man inquisitor of untold truths

But never fear your world of numbers has never entwined

Or even interested me

So take your virgin world

And lady like ideologies and kindly

Leave me be to contemplate

The powers that e