Hollow

These words which flow in silk wrapped in glass,
Shattered before the truth behind deposed expression,
Lies made unto me for only the sake of piety,
Revealed before as the facade befalls regression,
For all that I knew is isolation to which you saw fit,
To pose me as a child's doll to keep from being unkempt,
Damage you have caused goes by in veiled ignorance,
To which my bleeding confessions is met with contempt,
Would it have not been a lesser sin keeping I within the dark,
Rather than providing a false light that burns my mind,
Still to this day you show no restitution for this pain,
All that I leaned is a quite place alone is more kind,
A failure on my part by casting the shutters letting you in,
Condemned to this day is the single reverberation of that name,
A name I thought could finally be the epitome of love,
Yet after all false promises have proven to be the absolute.