To You

The thought of frustration is a constant battle, That is never won, Because of the confusion of your mind. The fear of closeness, Shows not in my face but in my heart. For I love you, But you shall not know, Because expressing that, May cause me to excrete, The bottled emotions in my mind, That I have felt for years. To be internally exhausted, But externally tortured, Leaving you in a fit of rage, That only you brought on yourself. For no one can help the pain in your mind, Deteriorating into your soul, And leaving you with a heart, That has room for only one to be loved. For if it was I, I would smile the smile, That you once showed me, Out of happiness that we are together, Seeing in your eyes that you know not who I am. It leaves me upset to see, The agony on your face, Knowing that the only person that can help, Is you.