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