I'm disintegrating and you don't even care. "Why didn't you..." I'm dying, That's why. Every brutish censure That rolls over the plains; Every disappointed glower. When I needed your love, You struck me With your disdain. If I was well, Wouldn't I be dazzling? Out in the world conquering For the family pride. But I'm rotting alone And when I see you, Either I lie that I'm well Or you spit in my face.