I don't think you understand What that look you give me That look of pity and hidden disgust does to me But then there are moments where you seem to use it like a weapon like a whip that cracks against my back But this weapon does not leave bruises not visible ones at least They are ones I keep hidden under a sunny smile and a wall of solid steel and distrust it is high as the eye can see but you know where to hit to make it come crumbling down A sigh of disdain, a word of false praise and that look The look that can break any man without moving a finger Leaving any person wishing they weren't alive anymore, Making them wish they could drive their car off a bridge or maybe A simple slit of the wrist All to escape that look, that look Oh that horrible look Your sharp, back breaking, world ending, life shattering, weapon of destruction All you need to do is sigh with that look and I am a broken teary eyed puddle laying at your feet wishing for any form of escape Just to get away from that simple little look