They sit me down in hopes to reveal,
or God willing, an attempt to heal
this diminished girl once pure.

She used to be so bright and sweet,
Now the victim of her soul's retreat
into a sick and shameful mind.

Good cop, bad cop; they want my weight.
I lie on instinct - 128
(Lord forbid I'm honest).

Guiltless for her demons today,  
It was not us who led Eve astray -
our righteous Adam proved true.

At me, she yells. He cries, I cringe.
I wish there was room for all my sins -
but I ate lunch 'round noon.