"You" Is a Second Personal Pronoun to Distance Oneself

You fly off of the hot handle
of a brilliant red pan
where you wish your hand
would rest for
ever.
You whisper to yourself,
"God, you deserve it,"
and God doesn't respond.
You learned it in philosophy,
that some people believe in faith
in God
being the same as faith
in romantic love.
If you talk to someone who
works in mysterious ways,
why do you try to make sense
of a damn human?
You're too similar to distinguish
yourself from yourself.
You mutter your problems,
but will never move to speak
to those who try to help you.
And you feel sorry for yourself.
Damn you.
You.