What Does It Mean?

Stop

 I wake up, and pretend.

That my life is perfect, never coming to an end.

But deep inside I have a secret.

That only a few people know and keep it.

I try to find ways to let go of my anger,

But that only makes my happy moods turn more into strangers.

He leaves every Wednesday, to the house of the lover...

But I cannot complain, they love each other.

He doesn't see what I can in it.

Every time he convinces me it'll be okay, a hit.

My heart and my mind both agree,

that this isn't they way it should be.

They are only friends, there's no way they could be attracted!

They've been together longer then I so the contract is...

I must be loyal, I must trust...

Even though my heart may bust....

I stop my accusing and just shut up...

I really just hope I'm never the backup...