Wolfsbane

Her mind was a mess-
It reflected her soul.
Her heart too
Was beyond control.

She was sick.

Sick of what the world
had done to her,
Sick of her life
being a chaotic blur,
Sick of others
telling her what to do,
Sick of people
deciding her value.

She was tired.

Tired of not knowing
how to respond,
Tired of forming
meaningless bonds,
Tired of being a weed
A field of flowers amid,
Tired of living
the way she did.

She was done.

Done with the reigns
that tied her to the ground,
Done  with obligations
weighing her down,
Done with manners
that dictated her personality,
Done with being afraid
of her mortality.

She took the leap,
And flew to heaven.
And though freedom
was her only aim,
Society was
her wolfsbane.