I have exhausted the love
Used it up
Gone.
They cared
But gave up
When they got bored.
They're tired of me
My problems.
I am merely a happy addition.
Unnecessary to their stories.
A mere side character for cometic relief.
I am only defined by my accomplishments.
They give up when my smile fades.
I am a used tissue
Thrown away when no longer useful.
Replaced by something more important.
I am here to give
Not to receive.
My resource is limited
Never to be filled by someone else.
People care
Until you tell them larger problems.
You become unreasonable
Whiny.
Your problems aren't valid anymore.
They should be gone by now.
You're overreacting.
I try to show signs I need help.
No one notices.
I tell them I need help.
They say to get over it
Stop worrying.
What do you have to worry about?
I am only truly loved
When I have a mask on.
No one likes the ugly truth.
When they realized they can't
Fix it
They stop.
Your problems are no longer real.
They simply ignore your cries.
Wait for you to put the mask back on.
They don't understand why it doesn't
Stop.
Why am I suddenly not happy?
My mask feel off.
The sadness is always there somewhere
Hidden behind an all too real smile.
I crack under it.
I can only put myself back together so much.
I can't rebuild myself fast enough.
They tried to help
Until pieces started coming off again.
Leaving me to crumble on my own.
Crying out for help putting it back together.
I have exhausted them
Their love
Their support
Their understanding.
I must deal with alone.
Put the pieces back until I become
Too exhausted
And give up.
Watch myself fall to pieces helplessly
My mask barely holding on.
Until it falls off
The truth being reviled.
Then
They will care
After it is far too late to
Put the pieces back together again.
Then
They will notice.
Then
They will try.
Then they will wish they hadn't
Left me to break
Alone.
