Standing here in the dark I created
Stark contrast to what my heart related.
The tear of your stare strikes through to my heart,
As I depart from your care, here apart.
I long for the voice who I gave no choice;
That strong and brave who at first did rejoice,
To belong in a world where dreams came true.
Left with broken seams of what we did lose.
These words just misbehave to a poem that spells out my grave.
I groan here alone as I am forced to atone for the stone that has taken over my heart.
Every stroke on these keys stoke the fire inside as I realize the liar I’ve become.
There is nowhere left to run, as going outside just means fighting everyone.
The struggle in my heart is a cudgel to my brain as I simply refrain from feeling inside.
What more could I dictate that wouldn’t cause more heartache, as it is myself I despise.