Behind the labels and technology,
Frightened eyes peer back at me.
I’ve now come to realize
I’m older than you’ll ever be.
A human emerged from the shrine
Too late, yet much too soon.
From infatuation to contempt,
Your presence no longer makes me swoon.
Integrity is not your virtue.
I bled to death
While a scratch never appeared on you.
Desperate to garner affection,
Primping gave way to a loss of identity.
Striving for your ideal
Destroyed my originality.
Glimmers of sweetness still appear,
Taunting me from their lofty height.
Distance would heal my wounds;
The daily axe I cannot fight.
Hiding within a nonstop masquerade,
You’re spinning out of control.
I tried to ride the twisted carousel,
But, the revolutions took their brutal toll.
Back in my personal asylum,
I slowly discover myself again.
Your spell over me has lifted
And another chapter now begins.