Hell Spell!

With the window shut
I bare my soul
To the broken teeth
Of my shattered goal

I could laugh this through
Or I could laugh it away
But this doubt won't leave
Its here to stay

Writing this poem
I feel my hands shake
Because its not mine to write
Or mine to take

It belongs in the air
With my escaping dreams
Because this paradise of mine
Is bursting at the seams

My friends are not
What they could be
Because I'm not a friend
I'm just not what you see

But in writing this
Have I cursed this hell
By making it real
And breaking the Spell