Desperately, so not to go insane,
 
                                               Resorting to notions well-nigh inane,
 
                                               Balance I force, most illogically,
                                               Inot my actions, that I perform in sadness,

                                               Somehow hoping that it will make there be
                                               Some divine balance, soon, to all this madness....

                                                I shut my eyes, often, becoming blind,
                                                I shut down all my brain's activity,
 
                                                Hoping it will cause to function--your mind,
                                                And that (to balance it), you will see;

                                                I close up my heart, with all its sores,
                                                I work, and work, to (you) try and forget,

                                                Hoping, somehow, it will open up yours,
                                                And you'll think of me, so as to offset;

                                                I pretend that I am completely content,
                                                And as far as I can, from you, I stay;
                                                And pretend to hate you; so, to neutralize

                                                You will feel, as completely, discontent,
                                                And do your best to come back this way--
                                                And do it!--At last!--with loving eyes!--

                                                And--then!--my contentedness will be real!....

                                                Just like the corresponding discontent you will feel....

                                                My Love!--how you must be full of poise
                                                Right now;-your thoughts making you happy,

                                                Since, each thought my equilibrium annoys,

                                                And I feel so imbalanced--and crappy.