Emo Poems

[disenchantedenchantress]

Trapped. 
Comfortable Prison of my own making,
Wondering at what I could be forsaking.
Lost within the circuit of my mind,
Looking for treasure that I am sure that I will never find.
Limits and temptations surround me,
What if I have never been free? 
I have crowned myself with virtue and responsibility.
That little girl who is pretending to be me.
Watch her as she courts disaster,
Is she destroying all to be her own master?
Games that she plays, toys that she breaks,
Watch me as I fall into these obvious mistakes. 
Does familiarity breed contempt?
One love lost as another is spent.
My heart is yours but is it still mine?
Is this right? I ask the divine.
My tears have yet to fall down a repentant face.
Maybe my prison is the right place?