I look with anticipation at her next piece of perfection
My heart wrenches at the words she weaves together
And yet again I ask myself,
"How could I have done such a thing?"
The feeling of hopelessness and weakness returns full-force
And I soon regret witnessing such a fantastic array
Of words, emotions, and thoughts of desperation
Is there anything I can do to aid her pain?
One: stop being so naive.
I always try to pretend that everything is okay
Just for my peace of mind, I'll think to myself
That this is just a phase for her, when it really is not
Second: her surroundings.
She's surrounded by horrible influences
The intoxicated, the punks, in a living hell
No wonder she's been brought to this position!
Third: my failure to launch.
Whenever she spills her heart out to me, in the end,
I always want the subject to be changed
And I always move it to something utterly foolish.
Fourth: My lack of sympathy.
She tries time and time again to cover up these feelings
I see right through her force-grown exterior
Like a medium looks through a ghost.
Fifth: My anger.
The people who tease her and constantly hurt her
I bottle up these emotions and they just keep growing
Like I'm feeding the massive beast that rests in me.
Sixth: Trying much too hard.
I always do my best to make her feel safe
But I'm getting the intention that I try much too hard
I'm an awkward mess when I try to console her
I think we all understand the patterns
That I cannot shake, and I always try to fix them
It's never easy to break a habit
But I will fix each and every of these flaws.
