How Things Turn Around

I came and they wondered

I came and they talked

Began to whisper and suggest

things that weren't true.

That hormonal drama that feeds the wolves of pathetic

was also propelling the flock

They jumped to and fro; person to person

Collecting one bag of evidence

and twelve of mischief

Brewing a story of concoctions mislead

Then they asked me questions

Several came to me in search

of minuscule truths in their stories

I murdered every single one

Partly because they honestly weren't true

and also because they had put together a familiar profile

One that I had only recently distanced myself from

and that scared me..

My outbursts of rebellion

soon quelled the remarks

and I was left alone

The flock had moved on and I could be at peace,

Finally.

But then a funny thing happened

as they always do.

That concocted lie, those false stories?

They slowly turned into reality

Into a truth I never wanted

Now I begin the struggle again,

of fighting my will against my brain

A soft spoken heart controls my direction

and I fear it will steer

me to you.