Security Poem by William WJS

What does it mean when something we once loved is now something loathed
It is not easily dismissed, despite constant efforts to expel uncontrollable emotions,
Emotions not sought for but run from, looking back every step of the way.

Changing someone so sound and so stable
Rapidly molding thoughts step by step
Piece by Piece becoming so jaded inside
Yet efforts to seem unscathed are the only priority.

Even though comfort in love is the only thing desired
Alone is the only place of security.