This is not your life, it is apparently mine,

so remember that, poison ivy vine

growing, blooming to prick,

leaves green, stems thick.

You gave me my name,

and did this to me what a shame.

You locked the doors in front of me

that were supposed to be open for me.

Instead of punishing the beasts outside

you punish me as though it's somehow my fault?

Take it out on them not me search far and wide

for a future that could have been mine but salt

you sprinkle onto this open wound,

should have swooned

to show you how you made me feel,

but instead I let you choose my path for real.

Fate has led me here and I can't say that I'm unhappy,

and maybe this was meant to be.

You're paranoid and let myths forge your belief system.

God needs to bestow upon you wisdom,

sadly it found you too late,

old and frail, ajar gold gate.

How could you have been so blind?

There's nothing out there for me to find.

Gazing so far ahead that you forget to look at what's behind.

Ignorant malady of the mind.

∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎

ద ద 𖦊 ꪉ 𐀔 𐃸 ద 𖦊 ʊ

༒ ༒ ༒ ༒ . . ༒ . . ༒

༒ ༒ ᜊ ༒ ༒ ༒

༒ ༒ ༒

༒ ༒ ༒ . . ༒

༒ ༒ ༒ . . ༒

ద ༒

༒ . ༒

༒ . . ᰔ

༒

༒

Note: this poem is actually written from someone else's perspective, not mine. I strangely decided to write from the perspective of someone else this time.