I love you, I'm sorry.
I spend my life
Pushing people away
And wondering why they can't see
How much I love them
How much I need them
The ones who held my hand
And talked me down
But their pity
Their worry
Becomes my burden
It is a chink
In vital armor
Inviting crippling hope
Hope so kind
I cannot bear it
Hope so gentle
It sears my heart
So I seal the chink
Build my fortress
And bring my weapons to bear
Against my allies