Wrapped in a cocoon of isolation
Misery is the ideal vacation.
Locked in a vault of fantasy
Living out a deranged destiny.
Blame is perpetually deflected
While responsibility is constantly rejected.
Apologies don’t exist in the bunker
Where distorted memories are the anchor.
Adoration quickly morphs into contempt
Not a soul is exempt.
Safety is not guaranteed within the queendom
Banishment is a welcome freedom.
Pleasure is derived from suffering
Smiles are reduced to nothing.
The trigger is always a conundrum
Followed by a terrifying tantrum.
Decisions must be rash
Contemplation belongs in the trash.
Weakness is not an option
And rejection is a deadly toxin.
A constant demand for affection
Reflects a yearning for connection.
Vulnerabilities are given to vultures
Who turn innocents into lifeless sculptures.
A loving personality is hidden
Behind the steel bars of a prison.
Wallowing in a false escape
Will leave a permanent scrape.
Rectification is still possible,
Though trust is not probable.
No matter how hard you pull away
There is another open doorway.