I shield my delicate heart From the bitterness of the past Hoping the next will bestow more compassion Convincing myself that I am at fault Manipulated to become good enough for you How do I endure this? Afraid to lose the one thing I love most in life, Yet passionately hate at the same time Trapped in the fantasy of yesterday Longing to forget, forget what you did But those dreams have been shattered, As reality clubs me hard