Burnt

Solid feeling, stuck in my heart,
Stung back to its place,
By its giver,
I’ve seen things, you wouldn’t understand,
Sights that kill my hopeful face,
Maybe I’m wrong,
I’m wrong,
And you know it,
Give me a second chance to act,
Why do you do things?
I want to act maturely,
I do what my blinded heart tells me,
If by chance,
You, the one I know,
Read this message,
Tell me I’m wrong.