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You have become embittered with your life.
You bared your teeth at people, being languish.
You closed your soul away to cease from strife,
and freely gave yourself to hate and anguish.
You loathed everyone, not really knowing why.
Your egotism and self-absorption had no limits.
You didn't think your choices were a crime.
You lost your home, your friends, became a cynic.
You chose the moon and darkness as your friends.
You got resigned to loneliness and silence.
Expected little from your sorry Fate,
and fought your memories with violence.
Communication was your failure all around:
you 'valiantly' ran away from strangers.
You glared at people, wishing that the ground
would open up and make them food for vultures.
You hated sharing space with other men.
If it were up to you, ignorance would have won.
You trusted with yourself only yourself,
and just avoided getting in the thick of throngs.
Your eyes were cold like icebergs of the North.
Your smile was lost to time. You harbored doubts,
that there's ever been a man on Earth,
who'd've understood you and your whereabouts.
Your solitude became your bestest friend.
They called you 'loner' and 'hikikomori'.
Your house in the sticks became your heavensent.
Your guise became a thing of bedtime stories.
But... once upon a time, a nameless street
became a meeting place of the millennium:
you caught a movement from the side and looked to see –
and your abrupt astonishment was genuine.
You stopped at once and looked into her eyes:
they were warm and kind, a thing of beauty.
And all the hateful notions on your mind
were promptly swept away or muted.
You were staring, couldn't help yourself.
She glanced at you, her smile was shy and humble.
You felt, as if there were cracks in your defensive shell,
like Humpty-Dumpty felt after his tumble.
You took a step to her, one more, you hesitated,
but couldn't stop, you moved like on a string.
Your heart was beating faster, going crazy,
your soul felt as though it had wings.
For ages you've been hiding from the world.
For ages you've been harboring suspicions.
There were some atrocities untold.
You've tried to be ascetic, sans your passion.
One fateful moment broke your inner systems:
your eyes were blind, and now they saw the truth;
the ice shell of your soul ceased its resistance;
your blackened heart has found its muse.
There was a time, you had no one to miss.
There was a place you used to hide from bluster.
There was a time, you've been a feral beast.
You'll be her loyal dog, and she – your master.