Louise Glück - The Untrustworthy Speaker lyrics

Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear like a psychiatrist. When I speak pa**ionately, that's when I'm least to be trusted. It's very sad, really: all my life, I've been praised for my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight. In the end, they're wasted — I never see myself, standing on the front steps, holding my sister's hand. That's why I can't account for the bruises on her arm, where the sleeve ends. In my own mind, I'm invisible: that's why I'm dangerous. People like me, who seem selfless, we're the cripples, the liars; we're the ones who should be factored out in the interest of truth. When I'm quiet, that's when the truth emerges. A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers. Underneath, a little gray house, the azaleas red and bright pink. If you want the truth, you have to close yourself to the older daughter, block her out: when a living thing is hurt like that, in its deepest workings, all function is altered. That's why I'm not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind.