I pity a docile and feeble repartee.
Opaque words cut down by characteristic pride
Though I know the fault lies with me

Clinging to memories to coddle the injury.
But the red chrysanthemums had lied
I pity a docile and feeble repartee

You paint my character in pastel with absolute certainty
So my acquiescent utterance is yours to guide.
Though I know the fault lies with me.

Plucking my petals till my soul is a fine filigree
Bright twisted metal laid on display with nowhere to hide
I pity a docile and feeble repartee

Had I only the strength to defy instead of agree
To break my glass container out of the boundaries I abide
Though I know the fault lies with me.

You are misguided in that you think I’m not free
For the dominance you have over me can only coincide with a power I try to hide.
I pity a docile and feeble repartee
Though I know the fault lies with me.