You send monsters to kill me,
Yet sings that I never die.
How is it that you praise my ending-
And hold your breath as I wake?
As if I’m just your trojan pond.
You scold me with reality,
Yet want me to laugh at the lie.
Why is it that you throw life’s “glory” in my face-
And want me not to cringe at the results?
As if I’m just an emotionless puppet.
You said there never be we,
Yet you can never another try.
What was it that you push me away-
And grovel and my going?
As if I’m facing the plague.