Understanding

Vanity fair

How do you dare?

We have a sword 

To astonish every word.

My voice in yours

We could ride on every horse.

Noise in my head 

Is just you making me red, 

'Till I got blush, 

So I could crash 

Every piece of you 

in me.

I'm screaming your name

How can we blame

others,

making fools of us?

Are we just misunderstood ash,

hoping for a dash 

of aceptance,

That we do not behold, as others do.