What’s with all this empathy?
What’s with all your curiosity?
Am I a broken sparrow in need of love?
Am I a cryptex sealed, allowing curators?
What’s with all your strategies?
What about all my honesties?
Have you a stone cold heart?
Or am I too easy to break?
What with your luxurious necessities?
What about my crushed destinies?
Preferring them over me, do they suffice?
Or is this ugliness written in the seventh skies?
What with my life being broken apart?
What with you cherishing the happiest heart?