He grins, sitting with pride,
he smiles, sarcastically wide.
But he is your boyfriend, your own choice.
I sit here numb, without a voice.
It starts the same, the usual meet.
Everyone smiles, as we seat.
I play the clown, the outgoing guy,
you are the victim, the noticable sigh.
It's not going well, I can't deny.
It grows harder and harder for me to try.
He grins, sitting with pride,
he smiles, pain stakingly wide.
But he is your boyfriend, your own choice.
I sit here numb, without a voice.
It goes the same, the usual greet.
Only I smile, as I take my seat.
I play the clown, the sad guy,
you claim the victim, the noticable sigh.
It never goes well, I can't deny.
It grows harder and harder for me to try.
He grins, sitting with pride,
he smiles, taking my pain in his stride.
He is your boyfriend, your own choice.
I sit here numb, without a voice. |
Submission Name: Voice
