My Life as a Troll, 5/5/2016, Deon Mumple
I’m a troll in a nonstandard sense,
Get too close and see my defense,
I wish I could drop it and let everything go
But my heart knows what’s right, and tells me “no,”
At least I’m trying to be true and faithful,
But life isn’t letting my life be so dull
I’m a troll because I look around,
And I see what I see and like what I’ve found,
My eyes and mind wander, I readily confess,
My heart dreams about you and that dress,
Your mind, your eyes, your soul, those curves,
I’m a troll hiding behind my disguise,
Husband, father, et cetera, half truth, half lies,
All the while wishing I could encourage and serve,
And somehow earn a special trolling permit,
To win what I want: your heart, your wit,
And then I hate myself while loving others,
My heart and my mind should only be hers,
And why can’t I win what I want at home?
Taken for granted, used, and left alone.
I’m a troll and I know I’m to blame:
The fool choosing wisely but still losing the game.