When We Become What We Hate the Most

Joyful voices that now tease
Were once ones that would please.
The joy contrasting my current state,
but never matching when I elate.


For the joy I felt is beyond your compare
More depth and genuity than you could bare.
I felt this too when our lips would kiss
A joy  you don't know and cannot miss.


I pity you.


My heart was open, flowing, true
Yours closed, stoic, and removed.
Where love is not there is no hope.
Your heart is chained, restricted, broke.


Your mother won, you've lost your soul.
Years of torture have taken their toll.
But when you release this wrath on me,
It'll will end with you the one suffering.


Your love is fake, your face a lie.
Every single tear you've ever cry
Is simply another false disguise,
Meant to conceal what's hidden inside.


You speak of things you do not know.
Repeating words pop culture told.
Your love is as real as any movie,
It is consuming, but leaves you empty.


I realized you were broken all along
I wanted to save you before life dawned.
But now you're far away and gone
And I am here holding on strong.


I showed you love and planted seeds
The hope was that you could see
What love was and grow great trees
Water them on your own, leisurely.


The flooded ground now is mud
Each seed dead before they bud.
And you are lost below the earth.
You are no different from the one who gave you birth.