Faults Of You Poem by Alex McCullough

From dusk till dawn,
I cannot tell,
How much of my life,
You have made a jail.
Locking doors up,
Placing chains to hold me back,
Making sure there is,
No way for me to react.
Oblivion and Deceit,
Two who have come to feel the same,
Because of you,
They have become my domain.
Like a wilting flower,
On it's last leg,
I sit in my room,
As my death is for what I beg.
As you read this poem,
You must be thinking,
'How can this all be'?
It is what it is,
Because of your mistakes,
This is the me you have molded out of me.