At first I laughed with ignorance.
But now I'm getting tired.
I wasn't sure whether I should've been afraid.
Of a sudden frightening satire
I so ignorantly expected.
So why the long faces?
Why the frowns and regrets?
I brought this upon myself.
An abandoned Shakespearian set,
Has yet to tell my story.
Who's the man I walked away from?
And blamed for all the painfulness?
Who's the man I've so effortlessly hidden from?
And resented for all the hatefulness?
Although it's all on me.
Fallen leaves and wilted roses,
Darkened chambers and tender dreams,
Restless nights and lackadaisical remarks,
I've yet to wonder what lies on, what seems,
The recovered side of world's retarded.