Redefining Roles

How high I hold thee in stature?

Too afraid to share.

For you might not spare,

Crushing bones to multiple fracture.

Hating my garment’s rough texture.

Deserted to stand and stare,

As my dear ones glare.

Lonesome loitering through pasture,

Bearing burden for all that is lost.

Willing to pay whatever it may cost.

Don’t accuse me as I would never pretend,

Yet couldn’t dare to call thee a friend.

Thus add another one to hate,

So cursed am I by fate.