Tender Counselor

I don’t know what I’m for,
How to live, what to do
I know in the open, I’ll never be safe
But You place lampstands out in view.
Everyone You loved
Caused someone to hate You.

I know what their hands feel like
They’re the only hands I’ve known
I don’t want them to ever touch me again
But this is how I’ve grown:
Too broken for decent company;
Too weak to stand alone

And there are no protectors
For girls like me.

What do I do?
What am I able?