I hate ultimatums
I hate asking you to choose
I hate coming to the realization
That I may not be invincible
I hate the thought that
There is still so much to lose
You say I'm perfect, but
I'm really not that strong
I may be able
To say and do
All the right things
But for how long?
My love may be unwavering
But so is their resistance
And I may even
Handle it better
If there was
A little distance
Instead I have to stand two feet away
And not reach out my hand
I have to watch you cry
Knowing I can't offer my arms
All because they
Refuse to understand
I'm not asking for approval
And I never will
Even though I earned it when
I was finally given the chance
But really
What has changed?
Is that supposed to
Make me happy?
So what they're smiling at me
When the tighten the chains?
