Of a kind of conditioning
How was I supposed to react
With every act of kindness suspect
I refuse to be burned, again
I hope I can be forgiven then
For questioning
All of these beautiful moments,
Or were they secret attacks
My past causes me to dissect
Everything that might cause pain
So please forgive me
Your generous act or gift
Could have meant the world to me
If I weren't broken
Crippled
With fears that persist
I wasn't made to be reassembled
Daily
My fears are not unspoken
I can't take more
So please
If it offends you
Don't be kind to me
Anymore
I can't accept it
Your generous gift
For what it was meant to be
