Diana

Sometimes you can see,
What I hide,
But you will never know what I so carefully hold inside.

A lyrical song,
Held together,
By the strings of life.

If you listen closely,
You may even hear the song,
of a broken heart.
Crying softly,
A mouring one,
But not the last; not it the first.

Oh to be logical,
Is quite impossible because,
I my dear person,
And too far-gone.

A small smile,
Will only hurt more,
And shatter me,
Oh so slowly.

But isn't that what I want?
To maybe die,
A slow planned death?

And so I smile and break out,
A beloved laugh.
Yet I'm too far-gone.

"Straighten up Diana."
Of course,
What do I have left?
To make exactly as you wish.

A loved one will confide,
In my stories but,
They will never believe them.

"Slim down a bit Diana."
Verywell, your wish is my command.
A couple days of waiting,
And it will happen,
I will make it happen.

Can't even glimps my sanity can you?
It doesn't exist,
Quit searching, I'm too far-gone.

"Be happy Diana."
WHY DO YOU ASK,
"Love me Diana"
OF ME,
"Give me your heart Diana."
THE ONLY THING,
"Be perfect Diana."
I CAN NEVER GIVE?

Let me put my guards back up,
They are mere peasants.

A knight in shining armor?
Hah!
Maybe for you,
But never for me.

Who wants a broken overused toy?
Exactly,
No one.

Throwing the key away,
Is way too dangerouse.
Someone might find it,
And try to unlock my hidden door.

I will swallow it,
So only I have access,
To my chamber of,
Torture.

Sitting on the edge of,
The earth,
On the bridge inbetween;
Diana and Diana.

They fight a mighty war,
For peace,
Or destruction.

But can't you see?
Diana,
She's already too far-gone.