It's a riddle. Not about me. Have fun solving it.
How confused can I be,
If I can't know what I see?
How hard is it to know,
What my heart tries to show?
Freud said a life comes in two,
I'm either mad or horny (is that true?).
If you give me attention I latch on fast,
Slowly injecting you with my haunting past.
I might be straight but I could be gay,
Only a psychoanalyist can truly say.
Open me up and peer at my mind,
At your own risk, see what you can find.
Probably a tangled mass of hopes and dreams,
Tarnished and scrambled, busting at the seams.
Fixable by you, or destroyed beyond repair?
Is this Love true, or a precursor of despair?
You are two people, so which is the one?
Which is the one, who is trying to run?
What am I? I am really confused,
Just What Am I, I have forever mused.
Just what am I?
1 comment:
i'm not sure about the riddle... but i see it as a person trying to figure out their identity. asking am i this or that? i like this one b/c it is often the main question i ask myself... what am i? who am i? good one, i like.
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