Untitled // Wind's poetry. // Fall 2017

You asked me why I am who I am
There are a few things about me
That you can’t stand
And if I saw me through your eyes
I might just start believing
All those same lies
The foundation you stand in your mind is weak
You ring me around
All the same tricks
As I dream in the days early morning
These dreams in my mind
Causes me turmoil
Because the grasp you had on me was strong
it caused me to be willing
To be strung all along
And if I had the ability to do it to you
I still wouldn’t choose to do
The same as you