Its not my mistake; i mapped out a square

When I design a Square

What they see, is a Triangle

Disoriented in their own worlds

Never perceived my Angle

Pendulum in their minds; all time Dangles

Maybe I'm too stoned to care

Maybe wires in my head are too tangled

Maybe I'm tough nut to crack

But who cares

I'm fully oppositely Angled :)

Ambiance is fake all around

So are the faces and talks

People always miss one arm in my square

Then they carp and grumble, I speak dire 

Its not my mistake I mapped out a square

Its the others haste, that they get the triangle.