I trapped a me
Damn it. You're such a troll,
Playing with my mind. Poking it
With a stick. Filling it with unbalanced sweet silver and gold.
Ugh, you're annoying, omniscient
and pleasant. You boil me in a broth,
Light up the fire; the heat and warmth
And I burn.
What trickery is this? I wish
To learn. So as to do to you what
You did to me- the nicer you are to my heart
the more I feel pain and anguish.
I'm holding onto the one thing I
Still could, though it's eating me alive,
Until you present yourself first, as smth I could chose to buy
And call this possession proudly mine.
Till then, I'm trapped in a cage I set
And everyday, I increase how much I regret.
