From the bottom of my heart

Stop

The world does not revolve
Around you- the sunken cheeks,
The frail looking frame and
Childish mind. I try to draw you
Away from the pool of narcissm
But you always find your way back
To it and force-feed it to me as well.
But my mouth is firmly shut,
I do not accept it. And I try
Again to lead you away but you!
Every road we take seems to always always lead us back
to you (even when it doesn't).
You cut through the fields
You remove all the correct road signs
And point them all in the direction you want.

This time, I will not follow you.