I'm sorry
That you think I'm cruel
In all our solitude
We neglect each other
Mind and body
You mean well,
Or so it would seem
I want to care,
But I must care for
Myself first
In time of need
I took a fall
And you I told
Expecting compassion,
But was denied love
All your words
Said or left alone
I believe without doubt
But dispite all my faith
You betrayed that trust
And though
You think I'm Satan
Saints are never perfect
And often blind to others.
Curse your blind eyes
