The Worst of Me

I wonder when people will stop assuming the worst of me
When did I ever let that side of me
Seep through the cracks for them to see?
I thought I did a good job 
Keeping it under wraps
Like a widow-maker heart attack

Then in come people's kicks and petty jabs
at my punching bag heart
They leave their incisions on me and
I pick at every scab
I can't be mad at the ones who love me
So I tear myself apart