She couldn't be wrong
No, not even once
Though she offended often
And hurt without regard
So it was her desire
To feign off fault
Self-made perfection
Yet mortally flawed
A chain of mistakes
Linked by an attitude cast
The strongest erring bond
For a life imprisoned
The bars are for those
Who are accused by her
To be faulted or oppressive
So despotic, so repressive
All these grievious crimes
Festering sores, an infected mind
Never to find an answer, a cure
The epidemic of her own making
This self-shackled soul
Would rather be oppressed
Than responsibly empowered
With a life truly sharing
But like a cancer covert
Overtaking benevolence
Destroying the human being
Emotion's lethal demise
Best to know men well
To observe their behaviors
Words thrown like stones
Bringing injury to those near
Stay out of their range
Keep the heart unscarred
No needless pain, or worries
Find another truly worthy
To be loved...