I can’t fake
I can’t lie
I can’t die
when all I say is
“Why? ”
Why don’t you?
Why can’t you?
Why shouldn’t you?
Why is it you?
but
Don’t you worry,
no one’s worried about you
they are too busy being worried
about themselves.
Maybe they are worried about me.
Maybe not.
Pull my leg
gimme your arm
let’s go round
if it’s for my heart
And again
gimme your leg
pull my arm
let’s go inside
forget my heart
Just go away.
Rodrigo Haetinger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-of-paranoia-paranoia-of-the-world/
