Mockingbird

Your eyes are cold and dark.
Your voice laughs at me mockingly.
Go ahead and sit there.
You want to know something?
I honestly don't care anymore.
I'm used to you by now.
I'm used to your ways.
I'm used to the harshness of your words.
The harshness of your grasp.
Just sit there stupid mockingbird.
Sit there and remind me of all of my faults.
Remind me of the hopes and dreams I once had.
Remind me that they are here no more.
Gone in the wind.
Mockingbird, oh mockingbird.
I just wish that you would go away.
But yet, I don't want you to go.
You have become a part of me.
A part of me that I loath and despise.
The part of me that eats my very soul.
The part that wants pain and misery.
But still, you are a part of me.
And still, I have grown so fond of you.
Fond of your feathers so black and sleak.
What an I sayng?
I'm not fond of you.
And I hate your ways.
You have got me under your spell.
Now, I shall love you yet hate you.
Love you because I am forced to.
Hate you because you mock me.
You don't let me forget my faults.
You never let me live them down.
And now,
Thanks to you,
My life is over.
I just can't bare the pain anymore.
I can't bare you anymore.
I have to get away from you.
Your crazy.
And you are making me just like you.
I hate you.
My stupid mockingbird.