I won’t be made to feel ashamed
By all the worries that you wear
I can’t – and I will not – be blamed
For all the dreams you asked I share
For which, you knew, I did not care
I’ll not feel guilt for your despair.
You did not ask me of my heart
Nor of the hopes within my soul
Instead, you made me mere a part
Of you, and not myself a whole
It is a dreadful deal you dole
Such weight, you see… it takes its toll.
– s. Clark