in the garden of doubt

 
in your garden of dread
I pick flowers
so cruelly adorned  
 
this one is self-doubt
I put it in my hair
it casts its shadow
over a pale face full of despair
 
you planted this garden for me
to remind me of my shortcomings  
every bit of me you found lacking
blooms in the night's gloom
 
cruel truths  
you sewed in my mind
so I would doubt myself
 
when I look at you  
my eyes reflect your visage
you don't like what you see
so you turn away from me
 
sending me back to reap
little daisies of bile
your denial of truer feelings
 
I lovingly collect them
placing them over my heart
a bitter little forget me not