Rotten, starving souls stuck in cages Ground up in mills or factories or farms I care Because They remind me of myself. I can relate to being kicked And bruised and broken By the sister who let razors kiss her wrists But I guess it wasn't enough to hurt And ruin herself. Not enough to get Rid of the stench of our family Our perfect, suburban family Wrought with screams and shouts. It wasn't enough to grab My hair and cut it off To fulfil some deep, dark abyss of anger and jealousy But now? Now she wants me To Forgive Her.