Lovely Taste

Borderline Seed has calmed down significantly,

I know better than to believe her change in scenery,

Her paranoia runs her life

All she does is fly,

"I need my mother," I cry,

"You don't," My friend replies.

.

Usually, my shell hardens its wall,

And the gloss marks my falls:

This time, I take away Dahlia's power,

I have not spoken as she sits alone.

.

Her cave is empty and cold. 

Nothing is muttered,

I do not feel upset or angry, 

Peace is what surrounds me.

All I can say is I pity her weeds,

And maybe one day, she will realize how lonely she makes one to be.