Could It Be Poem by Andy Greenwald

Could it be my clouded mind,
Too much struggle for me to bind.
A perfect love turned to perfect hate
A perfect life soon torn by fate
Maybe that is why I hide
The tears that flow inside.
Known to few but seen by all
A heavy heart proned to fall
To the heavy weight of pain
Grown dull inside a numbed brain.
Could it be my shadowed soul,
Torn to pieces from the whole
And all the world is in angst of knowing
Why the pain just keeps on growing.
Soon will they know the truth of life.
To fall in time with short delight.
Could it be the reasons why
Or what this heart is heavy by
Is it by my 'Cain and Abel'
Just like it is in the fable,
Or by the world of quick sedate
Cast out by the scent of different bait.
For it is not sedate to be in mild pain.
It is only to be thought that way in vain.
Could it be the way the angel's think?
If so, the thoughts of me in joy sink.