Shattered Soul

I’m only desired when I conform, If I play my part, a mute who performs. Don’t be different, honest, or true, Wrong, always wrong. Be anything but you. No wonder my load is so hard to carry, The hate I swallow, so I won’t be contrary. The contempt and disappointment they inflict, If only they knew how I fought for the crumbs they restrict. I never knew silence could be so loud, They witness it all, but don’t make a sound. Oh how I’ve fought-not just for myself, but also for them, Can't they see? She’s an empty vine, a broken stem. She cannot nourish; she only takes, She took my soul, and now it aches. All those years I spent hating myself, trying to love them Empty and broken, yet I kept coming back again. I was patient and kind; a love to be known, What will they do, now that I’m gone?