No Trespassing

You tried to find me,

but I was never lost—

nor yours to find.

You joined me off path,

but I never walked

the crowded way back.

You were different there—

masked,

a stark contrast

to who you were

within,

with me.

Your magnificence,

hidden

beneath a persona,

was sad to witness.

So I denied you access.

And you blamed me

for everything—

because you could no longer

go back and fake it.

But you can’t reside

in two places at once.

You use mine for convenience,

disrupt my peace

just to gather enough energy

to return

to playing pretend.

Ironically,

you are more confined

out there—

where you call yourself free.

A caricature.

Offensive.

A distorted image.

A mockery.

Don’t fault me

for having boundaries.

I built fences.

You ignored the sign.

PRIVATE PROPERTY.