A Vicious Circle Poem by D.M. Sita

There was a boy
Who wanted to die
Because he thought,
He thought he was small
Smaller than a fly
Smaller than a drop
A drop of hair dye

A drop of hair dye
That sits on your eye
That stings
and burns
And causes you to cry

Unwillingly
Unwantingly
He just wanted to die
To stop all the stinging
And burning
And cries

But little does he know
That we think we're the hair dye
That sits on his eye
That stings
And burns
And causes him to cry

Unwillingly
Unwantingly
We just wanted to die
To stop all the stinging
And burning
And cries

But little did we know
That he thinks he's the hair dye
That stings
And burns
And causes us to cry

Unwillingly
Unwantingly
We all just wanted to die
To stop all the stinging
And burning
And cries

There was a boy
Who wanted to die
Because he thought,
He thought he was small
Smaller than a fly
Smaller than a drop
A drop of hair dye.