fuck you, kindness
fuck you, patience
hearts were never meant to meld
moments of weakness expose chinks in armour

those times we try to sit and see
the struggles of another as our own
in hopes of healing and aiding them
leaves us open to attack

and attack they do, those helpless ones
they lash out and wound with words and irrationality
they psychoanalyze parts of you they cannot see
they rip apart your kindness
making you out to be a monster
heartless and unable to feel
or to comprehend pain of any sort
and that pain and anger wells up

what do they know of hurt?
what do they know of fear and rage?
they think they know you better than you
and so they make up all kinds of crap
turning you from a person..
into some sort of experimental piece
some sort of freak show to be pitied

they dissect you like a lab specimen
bemoaning your feigned ignorance
somehow they disregard that you started out
as a sounding board to guide and inform them
and they turn like hyenas, tearing away at your weaknesses
they laugh chillingly and sickeningly, as if they've won
they take their pain out on you, somehow vindicating themselves with your falling

they mock your inexperience as ignorance
yet, deep inside, you understand far better than they ever could
there are things people never say or show
yet all the other people in the world think they know what those secrets are
but no one will know, no one can

somehow, beneath the rage and pain...
that small withered bit of kindness survives
and you can only drag yourself up, bleeding from mental punctures
and all you can feel is pity for this weak and frightened person
too afraid to see beyond rationale and frustration
sometimes people aren't ready to be helped...
so what can you do?

abandon them to their fates...
fuck kindness
it's never reciprocated anyways
right?
or am i wrong once again...