Holiday Tears

Holiday tears, are common for me, around here, they water my tree. Darkness is captured in his every word, I can't remember, when kindness was heard. His wife I am, but really I'm not, feelings, and compassion, somehow he forgot. Same address, and we use the same key, but wood, and shingles are not enough for me. The names I am called, I have heard many a time, I give up, I'm tired of trying. Friends don't worry, this girl is tuff, I'm venting my feelings for old goat gruff. Comment if you like, but you don't have to, I know you are reading this, thank you.