Look at you
Your outsides are bent and
Your insides are spent
You're plain but
You're a mess
You're ordained with nothingness and
Nonetheless you're obsessed with
The way you've been repressed

I tried to cradle you
To hide you, to shade you, I forgave you
I tried to stop you, but they mocked you
And that got you
I saw you through but
You were too busy shooting and dodging darts
Letting them take you apart
You'd forsaken them from the start

I tried to clean your wounds but
Your body became your tomb
And my kindness was abused
My thoughts went unused
And you and I were both left bruised
How can you expect to choose
The lesser of
Two evils
When both the evils are in you?