WOMEN

Sometimes I can be right Always.
Sometimes I can go wrong
Never.
Always, never, whatever.
I maybe depressed
But I have the power to stop the time for a moment,
And put it on the table
For analysis.
Endless analysing of everything.
Dissecting people, situations, lost opportunities.
Sentimental journies of past opportunities in a day.
And to what end?
Making fuss when there's no call for it.
Taking things easy when the danger creeps in.
Disappointed when dreams don't come true.
But always waiting for someone else to fulfill them.
Putting makeup to make themselves pretty but they're doing it for him secretly or to feel better, more beautiful than the next girl.
Colgate smiles flashing when they envy.
False tears at a cue for the gulible to fall for.
Who's to blame?