Life is as balanced as a mental patient,


    as moods swing like crazy boomerangs.


    Despite that, some just can’t take a hint,


    waiting for something to first bear fangs.


    We recklessly walk the path of our lives,


    unaware that it’s a tightrope we navigate.


    Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.We are selfish to not care who else survives,


    allowing pettiness to fester into deep hate.


    I don’t wish to live precariously anymore,


    as there’s enough drama in thy little life.


    Everyone yearns to find someone to adore,


    the ongoing pursuit to find a decent wife.


    I do not have the ability to keep trying,


    to keep hope is not fair and just lying.