If not you then who; if not you then what?
Are you the same: taking hope and giving pain?
No, you’re just wild and misunderstood
You do all you want and everything good.
The still steaming steal, I am;
Broken, deformed, harassed, gashed
Now cold, clumped, corroded: chaos.
Groans me from my bile.
You put me there when you left me here
You have unmade me.
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