Self-Pity (too ugly for me)

Am I supposed to
what you have chosen to be?
understand your pain and fear
I say I do and yet,
there's a sadness to your voice
that rings hollow to me.
Months and years
and I just turn away.
You ask for me to believe,
but I simply can't see.
Want to hear my story?
Scarred, abused, scorned
used, discarded, burned.
And you're supposed to be
the one with all the pain?
Forgive me for looking away;
your weakness is too ugly,
too ugly for me.