Things Undone

I am only a sheep in wolves skin,
Jesus Christ, where do I begin?
How do I bleed these fickle words out?
Absolutely,
Dear God, you no nothing about,
Oblivious and pretending,
Some trivial thing I’m defending,
Then don’t be surprised if you find me seething,
When the time comes around for me to listen to your deep breathing,
And like Ophelia they won’t take me seriously,
Because my feelings continue to wash in furiously,
For this I know I’ve continued to play the fool,
How much longer before my madness overrules?