Storm after the calm #1

I believe in my boundaries
Like the ostrich's neck in the sand
I believe in your lies
Unless you change your stand

Easy to point a finger
Easier to smoulder in hurt
Easy to believe I deserved
The most honest encounters

The mirror is a river
My reflection deceives
People come so far
To only deal with what they perceive

Worry not my old friend
I tell myself often
There's yet a lot of life to live
Yet a trail of guilt to follow

Yet my frail mind to grow
Teething as my gums bleed
My tongue exhausted and restless
I walk around as the voices scream