Wrong

It's not supposed to go this way,
How can I live, in this mental dismay?
If anyone cares, let them hear,
And I will tell you, why I cry these tears.

My mind is drowning, in mental torment,
As my life is subject to this awful torrent,
Full of lies, hatred, and stabbing backs,
I'm tired of all these make-believe masks.

On one hand, I'm just here, to help around,
But that all ends, and I'm stomped into the ground.
I don't understand why you send me this pain,
You act like I'm only good for your gain.
I gave you my heart, and you let it fall,
You walked away, ignoring my call.
I cried tears for you, and that doesn't impact,
Maybe you just don't deserve me, and that's a fact.

On another, I'm here, to unleash all your sorrows,
To help you through, so you'll make it to tomorrow,
But where are you, when I need help through the day?
Is "Oh, I'm sorry," all you can say?
I'm tired of pretending, that we're just fine,
There's so much wrong, and it doesn't make it to your mind.
Truth is, I genuinely care,
But I'm fed up with play, and there's not much more I can bear.

Then, finally, a secret untold,
Is spoken here, in words ever bold.
A love that is wrong, I know it's not right,
But I can't seem to conquer, I can't seem to fight.
Nobody knows, this truth that's amiss,
And no one shall, for I can't explain this.
I just can't live, with the potential truth,
That I could be in love; I don't want this to rue.

No one knows the true anguish in my mind,
No one knows this trouble that's designed.
Forever and on, I might stay this way,
Regretting the past, looking forward with dismay.

– Thomas Brooks ©