Wolfy Chai

My actions are just a mystery if you’ve learned anything from history.

You ask questions not to know me, but only to pry.

You ask me how I am, while not really wanting to know why.

Your two-faced “compassion” reads to me like a lie.

I am so sick of explaining to you

Everything that I think and do.

I get attacked left and right for being lazy, not getting it right, all for things out of my control.

But I didn’t realize I had you on patrol.

Everyone shoves at you their ignorant opinions, evaluates you, assessing whether in their eyes you are “reasonable”.

Laying down brick after brick, of their unsolicited advice and opinions.

But I do not really want to hear them.

Just because you don’t understand me, what I do, or why I do it, doesn’t render me an erroneous human being.

Yet that seems to be the only “logical” conclusion you can make.

So, you know what…

Just let me be a mystery!