Unstable

Like the sands of time my emotions grind

They’re different than those of the past;

They do not reek of love and passion

And as unstable as grains in an hour glass.

Innocence is lost in harsh words

Not meant to fall on your sadistic ears;

I nonchalantly let my image slip

Then under the influence I realize my fears:

Becoming the person I was warned about

My mind explores strange topics;

At first mere timid curiosity

-corruption has blurred my optics.

Defiance is my state of mind

Mockingly, your opinion becomes condensed -

Is this the choice I’m going to make,

Or will I uncover some common sense?