Twisted;
That's what you are.
This way and that,
Each an attack
On the choices I make.
Like I've made a mistake
All the time.
You say one thing now,
Then later another;
Guilty both ways.
Am I to blame?
You must be insane
To think I can choose
The best way to lose
Of them both.
Twisted;
That's what I feel
When stuck in this wheel
Of conflicting appeal.
Your huge lack of faith;
It's a big deal.
You playing it safe?
This damage is real,
To me,
But you never see.
I need to be free
Of this
Complexity
That you always impress
Upon me.
Twisted;
The feeling inside
When i just can't decide
The right way to go.
How am I to know?
I wish someone would show
Me the path I should take
So I don't make mistakes
All the time.
You should be a guide
To help me decide
And share in my pride,
Not try change my mind
With venomous lies
Which are hidden in truth.
You've ruined my youth
With being uncouth
It's not fine!
To destroy what is mine,
Is a waste of my time.
I may as well ask
If youre up to the task
Of just being nice
And breaking the ice
To throw me the dice
And let me control
The way that I go
In life.
Twisted!
This relationship feels
Damaged!
Why can you not manage
A simple agreement,
Where you actually mean it,
To show you believe it
Is true,
And in me.
I just want to be
Trusted,
And feel respected
Or accepted
By you.
You're Twisted;
That's what you are.
Twisted;
To tear me apart.
Twisted;
To stop me at start.
Twisted;
To push me so far
Twisted;
Mother,
Twisted.
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Poems of my Mind
PuisiThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...