Riddle

I think that's why

I decided to become
A person whom
Would feel less, and none

The joys of what
I call a lie

But not a lot

Would satisfy

I cannot see

How to lock the locks

I cannot be

The mockingbird who mocks

Let me be free

No more mehdinabox

For if I give into this lust

My heart will gather dust

And the webs of fake

Shall a heartbreak, make