Do I Ever Cross Your Mind

Beauty is the extension of my inner being
I've gazed at the sunlight to see through the stars of inner peace
Peace that comes to the mind of no return
Like wondering is it ever going to be the end of my wondering mind?
Why do I have this feeling inside?
Away from the pain and disrespect that appeared directly to my face
I don't know why it is this way
The feeling is almost like when you were young, you would get hit and picked at by this lil' boy in front of everyone and then you would cry out of humiliation
But later on, you would find out that he is doing those things because he likes you
Then as a result of him playing lil' boy games, you would be scarred emotionally
Now as an adult, the game is nowhere near like the lil' boy games
It seems to be as if he doesn't give a fuck and that's just lame
Why are there so many boys in this world instead of men?
Why must you feel like that, why must you chase the cat so to speak?
It's never the time of day yet it is always the time of night
And you know that feeling like this is never right
Ladies, how many frogs do we have to kiss to get to our prince?
The answer to the question is unknown
Men, never acting like they are grown
Then they would want to touch our behinds
Stop playing games, because you can't drink this wine
Maybe if you decide to intertwine
And think about what you will unwind
Killing me softly is your line
Damn, stop playing games and answer my question
"Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?"