How Can This Be
press on me in the way you will
cut with the words
to trim the parts you don't like
make me pretend to be comfortable
to feel fine
because it satisfys your requirements
walk away when things don't work
hide from me in your anger
divided
the wars that fire in my soul
in your sleeping hours
have to stop because you can't stand it
and hate me for adapting
impossible creation, this thought of love
