Your misjudgment of me

And so I have become A motionless creation Hurried grace Burning alongside me Your words burn me, Touches ignite my sorrows, Bills ringing Eternally Your eyes accusing, My sins eluding, A sense of accomplishment Draws above my head A failure sign Acknowledgments of my failure To decipher the symbols You dully painted around me. Vines crackle as I rustle through the mud, Your fingers pick My destiny Your hands pull my hairs, A piece at a time, Flicking by My history Through split ends Words create confusion In my hindbrain, You touch my forehead And they spill forth Into your hands You pick and choose The ones you want Confusing my content state I hide my eyes Behind a veil of lashes, Fluttering Endlessly My accusations lie here, In front of you, My apologies sincere, My silence Forthcoming Your response bland, Sweeping my dignity Towards the door, Your fingers probe my strings, You break me viciously.