Anger fills this space within
My cranium explodes at
The unfairness of your hand;
And you sit there on behalf of my darling
Mother you pretend to know.
You speak vicious tongues,
Spitting out poison you dress in silk-
But I see through the silk.
I see the hatred you work to hide.
Bitterness has formed in the place of fear:
I feel it carving up my bones,
I feel it scratching up my skin,
I feel the familiar dread when approaching ice hearts.
When did you become so cold?
Cold of love, of excitement, of peace?
When did you cease to dream?
Dreaming of castles, and princes, or adventure?
You really aren’t quite what you seem.
Where is your soul?