Fire and Melancholy

Do not trust me 

for I am made up of 

dust and ash, 

with hungry lips,

ruled by an anxious heart 

and a sick brain. 
 

I will lure you in and make you feel-

my siren's call, giving away 

pieces of myself- 

just to leave you shipwrecked on rocky shores

if you get too close. 
 

I see myself only in funhouse mirrors, 

a warped perception formed by 

the scars of the past and 

a desperate longing to feel anything at all. 
 

Trust not the person you see, 

they are a carefully constructed illusion

built to suit your exact needs. 

Too scared to make waves 

by being my own person, 

instead becoming a self destructive hurricane

further down the line when I get too comfortable 

and reveal my true self- 

the true face of shame, uncertainty, instability 

finally revealed- an unbecoming sight 

to those most unfortunate 

to happen upon it.