Tragedy forced to drive me mad

I hired a minister because when I enter a room, the sinister knots unravel,

traveling to which my brain receives the temptation to give out the day. 

He might show up in your life as a disguise, but what's just a couple of lies? 

At his sight, you would not know that he's aware of my furrowed brow on last years sorrows. There is a mere reservation of openness when one believes they just have so many tricks up their sleeve. How can I fit or squeeze the time when my knowledge of your dislike for me tries me to insanity? 

I cannot pay to handle your demise when I've already paid for my recreants. 

So still in alone while you bask in your renowned throne. 

Reviews

[Emily]

Lovely wording!
Keep on writing!!

[Jacob Clifford]

So difficult being around those who have such obvious dislike for you. Unfortunately, most people probably know what it's like to be in those shoes. Relatable poem.