I know you mean well and you have my best interests at heart,
but my dear,
it seems I have entirely fallen apart.
I am shattered glass that you could easily cut yourself on if you tried to fix me,
and I just want to make it clear,
how much I adore thee.
Even when my heart grows hardened and I’m unbearable to around,
and you’re there without a frown.
The voices tell me I should give it up,
but I don’t listen,
because you’re always there to tell them to shut up.