Garden of Solitude

I thought I found my place
Somewhere to have a peace of mind
but you planted your words of hatred.
Now they grow, sprouting lies.
If I attempt to dig them up,
Somehow they multiply.
Destroying something once beautiful,
With no reason but to watch me cry.
I thought it would be easy,
To collect some seeds and start again.
But the garden that was once my home,
has become nothing more than a prison.