I never was strong enough.
Too young, too small, too weak.
Never witty enough to counteract your harsh words,
Never stable enough to rebel and survive.
Because of this, I can't believe anyone I meet - I am just filled with barely bridled rage.

Used to the ground falling from under me, now I trust no-one.
They all leave or betray me in the end.
Never trusting anyone has just good intent, no they must have something to gain. Something they want.

You made me this way.
I blame you.
Yet you refuse to admit what you did to me.