Defects of the soul

It feels like the saddest day today. I like you less for your weakness. Society is so much stronger than me! I think even less of myself for not being able to inspire you to fight and for not understanding where you come from. It feels like failing. I don't want to see you and I'm sorry to admit I'm impotent and small. My words and reason can't reach you, this fight is too hard for one person alone. Should I tell you are beautiful the way you are? It that why people say love is the only thing that can save us? I have to release this frustration somehow. You will find me running, burning my tears and my incomprehensiveness at the wheel of this hell.