I don't think you understand
What that look you give me
That look of pity and hidden disgust does to me
But then there are moments where you seem to use it like a weapon like a whip that cracks against my back
But this weapon does not leave bruises not visible ones at least
They are ones I keep hidden under a sunny smile and a wall of solid steel and distrust it is high as the eye can see but you know where to hit to make it come crumbling down
A sigh of disdain, a word of false praise and that look
The look that can break any man without moving a finger
Leaving any person wishing they weren't alive anymore,
Making them wish they could drive their car off a bridge or maybe
A simple slit of the wrist
All to escape that look, that look
Oh that horrible look
Your sharp, back breaking, world ending, life shattering, weapon of destruction
All you need to do is sigh with that look and I am a broken teary eyed puddle laying at your feet wishing for any form of escape
Just to get away from that simple little look