And silent fixtures,
That is what I am.
A bundle at random,
who could've fathomed,
The Life that I would face.
You see my dear its not so simple,
With that of your words so small and pitiful.
I've seen what comes and I've seen what goes.
Does it bother me?
Yes and no.
What reason's does it have, to trouble me?
You ask me such that I cannot answer.
For it is you who does not understand,
the trouble I face here after.
Now do you see,
What lies deep under?"
Here's a little bit about me. No more no less.
These people mean the World to me.
Hurt them or Annoy them, You deal with me.