You seem so delicate,
You stand to attention, but to whom? Not us.
You beg approval from another,
Who's words only you can detect.
A mind fit to occupy fear and blame.
Terrorised with anger.
The ground you walk, holds no place for honesty.
Corruption and abuse are all that lie at your feet now.
Individuals that have been torn in the name of love,
A lust for what they seek.
But can you remember what you began to seek?
Two hearts that bleed will not suffice your wishes.
Dishonesty is your nature's call now.
You need to heal,
You need to feel,
You seem so delicate.
Copyright © Christina Clark