Pity for Me

Pity for Me

Little girl, do not cry!

How can guilt not blossom,

When rebel you can't even try?

But from yours, my heart I must pry.

Do something! Scream, fight!

I'd rather bear your endless struggle,

Than peek into your darkest night.

Instead, I hold on to duty's light

What is that in you I see?

Pure heart bears that innocent way

For its disappearance, I silently plea

Deeper than your fear, is your pity for me

Alas, it is no longer a torturous game -

My siblings became them, no longer we

You, who created that righteous flame

Over a power you can't even name.