Autobiography

I was never one to wait.

Paranoia subdued my patience.

I needed it all

Here

Now

In front of my eyes

Before I could believe it.

And, sometimes

I wish, that I wasn't like that.

That I could believe without having

To analyse everything

To work it out

To realise

The truth, is too much for me to bear.

I wish,

That I did not need confirmation.

That I did not need utter loyalty.

I simply wish,

That I too, could understand, after being told

Once

maybe Twice.

It is a blessing, some say

That I can figure things out simply by analysing them.

But I tell you.

It is a curse.