She's a wandering child,
Emotionally in her mind.
With a continuation to react wild,
Even though she has lived over half her life.
Defeated by her pride,
Her tongue lighting others on fire.
As the years go by,
After years locked in by her lies and fears.
Others keeping away,
Due the pain she irradiates.
Never apologising or claiming her mistakes.
Seriously what a life,
Inflicted from her own rife,
She pushes her life and others away.
Through the cruelties she displays,
Everyone distancing themselves day
What an existence!
For life to become
By her actions,
Karmatic consequences finally caught Up.
All she needed to do was learn,
To control when she errupts.
To not take victim,
For her own mistakes.
Collapsing in floods and launching emotional chemical attacks.
Whenever anyone reacts,
To the cruelties she enacts.
A lonely life she lays in,
No one staying in the long-term.
Due how she inflicts and burns,
But sadly she never learns.
The long-term friends and family who remain,
Are the ones who do not see her every day.
They humour in her company,
To hold her viscous spikes at bay.
Watching every word and step they make.
Others keep her around,
As she really knows how to entertain,
As she struggles to show reframe.
Sadness she'll be lonely,
In her ending days.
Shallow and new relationships,
Who have only met her mask.
Beautifully worded image in tact.
Once Entangled in her dream like
Drama infested and
Covered in deceit spread.
Her posionous fangs,
Will ***** only bit by bit.
Once recognised years have gone by,
After being bewitched by her lies.
Hopefully it won't be too late,
No one attached,
To reach the fitting emotional states.
Feeding and shaming,
Until you're falling down her
Even though she's poison,
She makes you love and adore her either way.
Sadly everyone discovers this,
Usually when it's too late.
All she does is alienate,
Even when others constructively tell
Her of her destructive ways.
She is like the sun,
Giver of life.
Once too close,
You burn to crisp.
Cancerous without protection,
To your mind and soul.
Apart from all of this,
I dearly love her so.
So for my ownsake,
To mentally survive.
I watch from a far.
Hoping that her ways will change,
To fill her own void.
Not to keeping alienating or maiming,
Fracturing others lives.
For her to learn,
So she'll receive the wholeness she yearns.
This isn't a poem about hate,
Just pity and sadness
That it is too late.
Sealed and molded,
By her early dark fate.
I have learnt.
Not to become bitter or burn.
To not reflect her toxicating ways.
I hope it is not late too change.
A promise to search and reflect,
To hear all perceptions.
Never to become that cruel.
To take accountability for all my
For everyone else's,
In which I love sakes.
There is only one moment,
In which I had a taste.
Gave her what she gives out in return,
In a quaking bout.
The guilt fell onto my being,
Haunted and spreading dizzy frenzies.
For moment I was her,
From that moment on,
I knew I must unlearn.
From the broken conditions learnt.
I never want to burn,
as bright as her.
To owning my earthquake's and
Keeping my feet firmly on earth.
Sorry for my essay!