I am one not often stunned,
By those who come...
Just to grieve and leave.
Nor do I give quickly empathy,
To those I perceive...
Wish to deceive me.
But I will donate a raised eyebrow,
To those who will plead endlessly...
That my joy is theirs to take away.
I've earned my happiness.
With a sacrificing of my time.
And I've given every bit of my patience.
But I'm not the kind to barter my peace...
For somebody who has lost their mind.
I am one not often stunned...
By someone who has lost their mind.
I am quick to raise my right eyebrow,
To anyone who wants to see that done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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