Twisting wildly bound up in your strings,
A caged bird that forgot how to sing,
Chained by a love that is so close to hate,
I need to break free before it’s too late,
Mirror on the wall but who do I see?
The reflection there is no longer me,
A self image of someone that I despise,
My reality shattered my personality dies.
Love is my pleasure but my pleasure is pain,
My struggle against the darkness in vain,
I love you enough to become what you see,
Can you love me enough to allow me to be me?
The poet inside me is drawing her last breath,
Please Don’t allow my passion an untimely death.

Hehe I can't help but be struck by the irony of me posting this here, an old poem, way before I had anything to do with this lifestyle.