This Issue I face,
These eyes of cold unbelieving trust,
Your eyes tell me what you do not say,
You see it every time you look at me,
You don't see me the same as before,
All you see is what I am not.
I can never be what you want,
Or what they want,
I can only strive to be what I want,
I try to make all my ends meet,
But some are still severed,
And I have no time to connect them.
I have hardly no time to let myself loose,
You watch, like a hawk,
But not for hunger, but with anger,
You hate me for it,
But I cannot change what I did.
What you don't know,
Is that I hate myself for it all,
I cannot forget it,
And yet I try,
But this...you don't know.
And if you knew,
Your heart would still lay the same,
Your eyes would still say,
what you refuse to.
Threw you do not believe,
That I do tell the truth,
Your lips tell me lies,
Your eyes tell me truth,
They seem cloudy,
But behind the mist,
Lies what your tongue longs to say-
But your lips will not.
Eyes so cold,
Bleed forth hate,
as thin as paper, to ones eye,
But as thick as the vine the ties me down,
You see not what your eyes say,
And that's what gives it away.
You see what I am not,
And not what I accomplish,
You see not my grief,
And how I so pay.
You are my greatest issue,
I cannot face you down,
Because, your thoughts too cut deep,
To even hed.