The Curse

This witch has cast a curse. I was left watching things steadily turn worse. Everything used to be so interesting, but now nothing intrigued me. I woke up one morning and I felt so fatigued. I couldn’t control it, you know I tried. I seemed happy from outside but on the inside I cried. I was mentally distraught, I tried to get rid of you, I fought and I fought. They tried giving advice, But trusting you from the beginning was a sacrifice. I told myself I would never be the same And that you were the one to blame. But things of the past have been carried away with the breeze. I believe manipulation itself is a deadly disease. When I look into someone’s eyes, eyes aren’t all I see. I see someone who’s roots go deeper than a fig tree. No matter how much they wind attempts to tear them from the ground, They they stand up and turn around.