Abuse

I hide my scars with tons of makeup;

You hide your character with a decorated status.

I fear your touch, lest you molest;

Chivalry and kindness, so modest in public.

Ashamed I am, but not of me,

You are the one who gave the scars they see.

Why aren't you even a bit guilty?

What makes you think I deserve this?

Is it because I cared too much?

Or are we supposed to be the weaker lot?

Isn't she also the Goddess that slays?

Does it stop all injustice coming her way?

The one you worship every day,

And Monster you are,

To call her in motherly ways.

From The Quill