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.
Copyright © Maria Hilty | Year Posted 2006
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