tant qu'on y est...

Once again i'm on this wall
not sure which side i should fall
people keep pushing on each of the sides
but i just wonder the bringing of tides

i would like to always stay here
but it seems that up here there's fear
from all those below who can't understand
i wonder if their jugement is not altered by sand

i would like to see what this world could bring
yet sadness, discord and regret is all i can sing
these wounds that reopen due to solitude
could it be i must hide and stay under my hood?

questions won't stop slashing into my mind
and doubt is the answer that i can find
i wonder if a cure can surely be found
or should i go without a sound?

could it be that i am the only one
walking alone on this fragmented wall
or is the ghost that is me a real someone
a person i can talk to a person i can call?

they all say that i am weird
yet i believe that i am only feared
i don't know why i am named monster
but i can say that it hurts like an ulcer

sand flickers into my eye
without stopping, i continue to cry
i do not want my other to die
regret is however all i can sigh...