Uncaring and un-trustable!
The loving one tarred us all,
painting with a
broad brush
valuing each care and worry
less than dust
All our human frailty,
observed by uninvited eyes.
Private fears and
weakness
reported to the world
and condemned.
"Unfortunate!"
No hurt or pain allowed.
For if no reacts,
with honest emotion
it
cuts into their skin.
Proving we can not care,
as much as she
Promising their all,
they beg the world to use them.
Be selfish. Take
them at their word.
To do only what they want. Lest the cards of frail
happiness,
Crash down again!
In a rain of paper cuts
Truly this slave,
this ever loving angel,
Would be mistress of them
all.
Throned in a reign of tears
