I'm done being who
you expect me to be.
I have no shell
and I am not bound
by your perspective of me,
or your lack of reading
me like the open book I am.
You should speak solemnly
of the lies you spread
and try to pass the truth by
now and again.
Whatever happened
to the supposedly successful life
you were about to lead?
Tell me how it turned you
into the sorrowful mill doer
that you've become.
Surely someone with such
a clearly driven path
would never sway with poison's wrath.
