What am I?
A twig on the forest floor?
A puddle of water following a storm?
An ant finding its way out of a field?

I guess I may not understand,
Those twisted words I hear now and then,
It's hard to describe it, really,
So confused... I am.

You talk in riddles,
I just stare.
You string out line after line,
I endure.

I wish you could just be frank,
To spill what's really on your mind,
Because to me the truth hurts less,
Then all your crappy lies.

To wonder and ponder I have,
Attempting to decipher the crap you say,
Apparently to no avail,
What is it you want from me?!

Please I beg of you,
Spare me the wrath of thought,
I could go on for days without end,
Yet make no sense of this.

I'm no match for a lightning storm,
Yet this I feel, is so much more,
Helplessness is just the beginning of it,
Despair is what I'll come to soon.

The river flows, the tides change,
I'm nothing but a pawn in your sea,
Don't let me drown any further please,
Come out with it... the truth.