Mantodea

You were a slave,
bound by metaphysical chains
created in your mind
for so long
that you truly believed
everyone was out to hurt you.
That this world
brims with anger
and suffering
and that no one
could be trusted.
That everything
had to be about you,
otherwise,
what point to it
was there?
I hate to break it to you,
sweetheart,
but if you cannot control what you think,
you will never control
what you do.
So if you insist
on running yourself into the ground
with these heavy thoughts,
I cannot stop you,
though when you find yourself
at the end of the rope
you are so desperately trying to cut
do not be surprised
when there is no one there to catch you
when you fall.

And you will fall.

~LT