You're off Key Clearly off Kilter Drunk On yourself A bottomless Unwellness Which you Have fallen Down But I'm Not falling For it You're not Safe You Have made Me Out To be A monster Not to be Trusted Who can't protect you From the fact That you need me Now But I Cannot protect Myself From your Past Or my future Let alone Protect you From what Should have been Left well enough alone That's what we Are It's True It's traumatic It's triggering And you are Holding The gun