"Faery Led *" by Lyndsay E. Gilbert aka Liadan

My time is truly faery led and wanders in between

My heart is buried in a place never to be seen

Theres darkness clouding over me, Im lost in being gone

For being me is tiring, but being there is wrong

It makes me think I’m less than me, yet makes me feel like god

It makes me spin a thousand tales and my own life is a fraud

It estranges me from those I love and leads me down a path

Where bitter weeds are strangling me, every time they ask

It makes me such a hypocrite, and shows me all my vice

Lust is not an entity that cares to think things twice

My mind is like a forest, with twisted gothic trees

The shrine is in the centre and Im begging on my knees

My feelings are an enemy and intellect my grace

I use the doctrines sparingly, to condemn or save my face

There are poems I cannot look at because I wrote them here

And when Ive pushed these feelings back I hide from them in fear