Woman I can't trust you anymore,

you've spooked me beyond words.

It's obvious your heart's at war,

balancing on a hair-raising cord.

You tell me you'll do something,

next time you just don't know.

One more time and then you ping,

declaring a cause you once bemoaned.

What goes on in your twisted head?

One minute you calmly state your path—

the next, you bash me with words of lead.

When I support your old way, you lash.

The utter embarrassment you have caused me

may scarcely be framed in spoken word.

The utter shame I hold, you can't see—

it tares me apart, inward and awkwardly.