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How I have a want, a need, to be not pitied. 

Why do you look at me, and give me that chance, 

is it because you believe you can fix me?

Does my worth not matter, did I stumble in happenstance, 

Am I a pet project in need of a savior, 

a spiraling top about to wreak havoc.

Why is it never, you meet my qualifications, 

goodbye stranger. 

It is always, I'll take a chance on you. 

Nobody ever does anything as a favor, 

They always want something you are not prepared to give. 

I went through so much to keep you at bay, 

because I wondered if you misunderstood, 

who I was and what I am,

in truth I am lost and in such a ragged sham.

Maybe I don't deserve your pity, 

I don't deserve my own, 

I gave it up along with everything that mattered, 

because when I saw that it did, 

I lost all nerve.