Insinuation’s subtle and glances do glide
Yet the torment lingers on
And the past is hard to hide.
My thoughts and my fears ensnare my mind in possession,
Is this the bleak reality or just an obsession.

Incertitude’s sufferable and qualms can create
A state of mind in which
the green-eyed monster tempts fate.
Once the seed has been planted
Iago’s work is in stead,
But what if this villain
Is only real in your head.

The self-loathing ritual
In honour of this person I despise,
Happens every time the sun comes to rise.
I try to break the chains of confinement I face,
But this iron man has already taken his place.

Nourish these bones that ache for your soul,
I need to be free from my mind