A Warped Endeavor

I never thought that your endeavor to control my mind with all of your anger could warp it forever. How do you see that it is fair to live a life in fear? Even if I might know I'm quite safe. I wouldn't dare open up my gate. My garden of pain I try to play it safe Prepared, I stay Because I never know if something will flare. I might let someone set their foot in and take a peek even But I'm too afraid to say them "You want to stay?" "This isn't Eden" This where you were angry hen your aim became lazy This is where you called me crazy This ugly garden of weeds is why I'm forced to okay with lonely But some roots set too deep and when I sleep they give me pain Because you absorbed all of my rain Nothing could grow it was too dry Everything went down in flames and my garden was deadened Though my pain slowly fades away, I'm reluctant It's still ugly. And if someone were to peek in what should I say? "You want to stay?" It's so dry, so dead I'd hate for them to catch flame Because this is where you got angry and gave me pain so deeply This is how my mind is warped. This is why my gate stays shut.