Hopes & Evils within Pandora

I'm trapped
but I see now
The Box to My Past Should Remain Securely Latched.
And as I sit and look at all of you
all i can do
is just
laugh.

I fall,
but
I catch myself before my actions hit me back.

Mischievous Souls are Trapped within my History
for a reason
and I realize it;
Their Truths Still Continue to be Mere Misguiding & Disguised Lies.
but this time, I'm actually wise.

(Is it because my heart is still within his eyes?
Each step of the way OUR LOVE Continues & Guides.)

So, again,
I close the lid
but this time
I'll take a bolt and drill it in.
False images Forever remain Finished.

There is NO CHANGING the ONES who WILL ALWAYS be DECEIVING.
Their beds are still, and will eternally be, laced with treason
from All the Seasons they Spent Sleeping without any Reason.




(I'm so upset with this poem, it was so much better but got deleted when I went to post it and some of the things I wrote I just can't remember the way that I stated them. But oh well.)