*Moral Compass On The Wall, How do I spin this lie that grew so tall?* I find it hard to comprehend, Why *I* must twist this tale? So you may justify your chapters, Retreating beneath a scripted veil. You feed the world your sweet lies, With handpicked poison fruit. Down go enemies of your fairytale, As your own horn, you loudly toot. You are an adult, are you not? I shouldn't need to coddle or have you fussed. Your monologues cannot turn back time, To before you shattered me – and my trust. I refuse to allow your magnetism, Beside my moral compass. To bespell the inner steering, Away from the pure of heart – just goodness. What you are seeking I cannot give, So please halt your speech of lies. Even with every excuse in your storybook, You know your hands weren't tied.