Under the Rug

I’m frozen staring out into the dappled light, You ask me why I’m quiet, I say I just enjoy the silent, sound of hopeless anger turning to unfocused sight, So blurry, Then you leave me in a hurry, Are you all that satisfied, with every time I’ve lied and said, It’s all ok… It’s just in my head… That dull ache of apathy is just a side effect, of watching all my love turn dead, and cold, And every time you laugh or yell at my expense, Can you really blame the wall that builds so high in my defense, And each new brick that’s mortared with a frown, only takes a day to set, but a thousand years to crumble down.