My view of the world and my place in it is that
men create the messes
and I pick up the pieces
You believe that these feelings are our problem,
something to be faced together,
to be shared.
And I'm scared.
Every few days, I take out pieces of my pain
and hit you over the head with them
trying to drive you away
so that I will be picking up the pieces
And my view of the world
and my place in it
will be restored.