Silly Putty
I'm not used to people playing with my head. Games that go round and round. When its hard to find the beginning and even more tough to see the end. I'm clouded, and because of it I can't tell whats a lie or if there is any truth. I get the feeling that everyone else can see, like in a story, and everything is apparent. Apparent to everyone but me. And all the questions I could ask, and all of the answers I would get; but they mean nothing to reality. Lines depicting what I want to hear, and stories relevant to everything without being relevant to me. Too eager to hear the words without concluding that the words are real. I am impressionable. I am susceptible. I am being toyed with; but then again, maybe I'm not.