My hand shake.
They tremble,
As I try to grasp this bowl
This glass.

I cant control it.
Id stop,
To keep your anger contained
Off your face.

Its disappointing.
I know,
I've been told it before
Trust me.

I'm sorry.
I'm incomplete,
I wasn't ever given a choice
At all.

Everybody lies.
Except me,
What a terrible choice
This honesty.

My body.
Even now,
It cannot keep its **** together
How sad.