Love...the image is so close
Falling back and coming closer
It makes my head spin
I become wary of it
Wondering why it even bothers
To try and be kind to me
I try to turn my back on this false image
Because all it does is taunt me
It practically screams that it loathes me
I become a prisoner to its false hope
I am trying to break free from the taunting
I gaze at my chains and trying to find the answer
Inside the entwining metal
But it doesn’t give me an answer
Hesitantly I seek help from my captor
This once it accepts me with open arms
I smile gently and embrace the warmth of love