What makes me hurt

No I will not ask
Though I would like to know
What makes me blind
Makes me unfit to find
A way to go

Now it could be because
I stare when I should speak
& blink when I should see
What makes me me
What makes me weak
& then what makes me crawl
When I should try to fly
& when I fly
What makes me fall

Now it could be because
Sometimes I can`t control
Myself & then my blood
Runs thicker than black mud
& I keep to my hole
My head down in the dirt
So nobody can see
What makes me me
What makes me hurt

No I will not ask
Though I would like to know
What makes me blind
Makes me unfit to find
A way to go

© Son of the velvet Rat