Home from a job you don't esteem,
From a place without end,
to give them everything to the extreme
with a smile, with a kiss, you don't pretend.
Your anger sealed and closed.
Your fear lodged deep.
In your mind, your garden, all deposed,
This pain, their pain, for you only to keep.
Yes, you hold their torment, their rage.
Chest hollowed with fists and words.
Your face, molded indifference, your wage.
While they run with herds.
Tell me, you miserable one, you King.
What do they say about you,
After all you do for them, no small thing?
Come on, they say so much, not a few...
"You never loved me!"
"I don't believe you!"
"I cant change your mind cause you wont agree!"
See They've already forgotten what's true.
But lets continue...
"I don't want to hear anything...
Positive from you, nothing good!"
"You just exaggerate everything!"
"You don't listen! You misunderstood!"
I mean maybe I guess you could?
Probably Not.
"I didn't mean it like that!
When I said I hated you!"
"Just forget what I said in chat!"
"While I remember yours, lets review."
"You said you 'love me.'
with actions, and praise.
You prove your altruism to greatest degree.
Yea sure, your love wasn't some 'phase.'
What made you think I wanted you?
And all you provide for nothing?
Your love is a waste, and useless too!
Go away, worthless, awful, 'something.'"
And so I will, I will...
your right.
I will pour my heart, to them...
bleed and die for them all...
and hum my holy hymn...
safe behind the wall...
Yea, I'll do it, with a smile, behind the wall.
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A "Person"
PoetryThe world and society has a specific way of identifying persons and their quality of life. Who are you? Who do they say you are? Lets face it, the world is ruled my men and created a stigma for what a man is and what a man represents. Is that you...
