I wanted to respect you,

but now I fear you.

You have problems with who I am and what I do, for reasons invisible to me.

Still, you can't say I didn't try to see...

See through the brokenness and filth that covers your little heart.

But that's all over now.

Since you feel that kindness is foreign to me, I refuse to show you, anymore.

Hospitality is wasted upon you.

But, inside, I shiver like the smallest speck of anxiety.

Break down your walls, or else they'll cave in on you.