This maddening rush of emotion overwhelms me
To the point of morbid insanity.
I feel as if I am about to explode,
Sending pieces of my heart out of this world.
Only a genie could take away my pain
By granting me one wish that you would share my strain.
For then it would not be a strain,
But rather an ecstasy,
A drug most addictive,
But worthwhile and healthy.
A hurricane screaming in my mind
To let itself out or wither and die
An anguish most dreadful,
An anguish so low,
That I would remain paralyzed
Until you show
That you share these feelings
Or that you wish me to go.
Only then will I be free,
Once I know the truth,
I am lost,
Blind, deaf, and mute.