Don’t ask me

Don’t ask me


Confused and confusing,
Paranoaically trusting,
I am me.
A shade of gray
With spots of white
And streaks of black.
The silent one
Who is the friend of words;
I don’t know me.
Parallel facades
Of good and bad,
Hiding good below bad,
And bad below good;
You don’t need to know me.
A mind so corrupted and diseased,
And still possessing a tidy corner.
Don’t ask me
Who or what am I.
No one understands me
Completely, but only partly;
Still they are sympathetic.
Don’t even try
To understand me,
For I just exist.