Polyfatuate

source of my disposition brought upon
these years of capricious youth
underestimate the end result
we fall in fate's infatuation
our eyes unfolded we become liable
this innocence unshattered for a decade
imploding our minds with guilt
components of the nervous breakdown
multiplied by years we never understood
a design of diabolic form
the plot's become unpious
dream is nothing closer to reality
than the hope of fidelity