Constantly consenting with my conscience
Condescending how I’m concealed
Concerned about my confidence
Conversing within until i went thin
It’s a mental battle ground
I have to contend with the ground
My mind is a vacuum
But I’m content with the dust
The moment you say you love me
A spell is cast
I must not love
Even thou love is a must
You people work on relationships
Like love is a task
You sulk from the beginning
You lust for the forbidden
You love with no feeling
Only hatred you’re feeding
Mad cool with emotions fuming
Sad fool the world is turning
Still hopeful of a better morning
For now my mind is mourning