Is something jaded less troubling than something tainted?
There is a limit that my soul can handle,
despite the role which I played to bring about the distance,
Acknowledging the errors, accepting the consequences,
I realise there is still only so much I can take.
And while I respect the time that each person needs may be different,
I don’t believe that the devil should rest upon me until that time is up.
There is a moment where I become jaded in the face of it all,
And an inner dragon rises to devour the source of hatred that taints me,
Not physically, but emotionally.
The fire inside me cannot be put out, it lives tamely within always,
until rejection rears its ugly head, and the dragon decides it shall be dead,
Acceptance subconsciously decided by the fate of what lies within me.