I am Woe  

I feel it build I let out a breath of relief 

There you are 

I am possessive even of my problems  

Hell I will rip yours out of your hands 

Mine are the strongest part of my body 

Trust if I cannot carry dead weight nobody can 

There I am colored in flaw  

And it is somehow my best feature  

Alluring even 

What I’m not is selfish 

I will save you by taking what is yours for myself 

And I will be glad 

To suffer immensely and immeasurably 

For someone other than myself 

How wonderful  

A meaning to undying misery