The Possibility

I feel like I am in rage.
Can't stand the smell of sage.
I cannot answer you because I don't know how things would end.
I beg of you, please comprehend.

I think you're being naive.
A kid without someone giving you feed.
You've been through so much,
My child, please don't give up.

I need you to respond
To get things clear
I need you to see
I'm the opposite of bisexual.
As much as you and I would like, there isn't a possibility for this to comply.