by Nick Gisburne
Never tell this woman what to do
Never think your help is what she needs
Never share your ‘special’ point of view
Surely you remember where it leads?
Why do you imagine you know best?
Why is yours the voice she wants to hear?
Why pretend you think she’ll be impressed?
Witness her reaction, cold and clear
See the naked fury fill her face
See so many signs that you are wrong
See behind those eyes, a deadly place
This is not a world where you belong
Feel the surge of undiluted hate
Turn, retreat, before it is too late
