On a fear, the world will not agree

Why did you let all of them in,
while you looked at me
with suspicious gaze
that pierced my heart?
It was not that I want to be in,
It was that I want not to be in
the mess.

I had searched for the snow
what I was shown was water
melted out of
your buckets of pretense,
And I had searched for blackness
inside the milk that it was
a dope's effect, I was told
I admit my mistake now.
But the milk's already white
My conceit cannot make it whiter
like a more real milk.


Now you have left me again
with this water that you have soiled, soaked
with every parts of your body,
with the pale stale milk.