These thoughts make my heart race,
I cannot keep up with this pace.
I don't want to see your smiling face,
if all you smile at is my grace.
Do you really love me,
or am I blinded by insanity?
If I do not think, I can see
what I am supposed to be.
I think, therefore I am nothing.
I cannot do what I must,
and now myself I do not trust.
The Queen's Dagger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-therefore-i-am-not/
