Shit Mood

If you ask me what is the colour of my mood now,
I reckon the answer will be the shade of the shit of a cow.
Why, then, my friends gently question,
I also don't know why im having so much frustrations.

It all started with an innocent question,
as pure as a baby's wailing for attention,
no hidden meanings, no hidden intentions,
yet, sadly was subjected to gross misinterpretations.

I never knew how the whole issue started,
Or how it balloons into an issue so heated,
But there she is, all guns blazing,
Looking set to blast me into a pile of corpse smouldering.

If i could have a successful wish at this moment,
Then I pray that god grants me enlightenment,
So I can see clearly into this matter where my sins lie,
And atone for them before i die.

I hate to be kept in the dark about things
Especially when im apparently a character in this vicious ring.
When im heaped with harsh words all day long
Accused, and even worse, not knowing what has gone wrong.

Like the beef patty of a Big Mac Burger
where the friction from the two patties causes you to cower
There I am, attacked by all parties
Yet, not knowing what has struck me.

It is ironic that we both believe in living life without regrets,
where your refusal to clarify issues will probably leave me with plenty of that.
If you are not so heartless to leave me ignorant in this lifespan,
please, i beg you, take pity and throw light on this poor man.