I hate the way these people think,
Seeing it written down on all this ink.
I think quietly to myself,
How can she do this to herself.
The pain and suffering that comes along,
Thinking of all the places where she doesn't belong.
I would give her my all,
For the times she will fall.
But she'd never give me that satisfaction,
Of all the complicated actions.
I would shine the light,
On her brave fight,
Through the times that are rough.
But sadly, I am not enough.