Hard are the choices

Hard are the choices we make when we choose for the other's sake, especially when they do not see.

Muddled is the mind so lost from itself, so difficult to find when no one is looking with me. 

Dreams left so far back they are impossible to track. I don't remember them now,

and hope for what was, i held on to no matter the cost, i don't know how. 

I don't know when i learnt that i was feeling so hurt, I am drowning in pain. 

When i saw it was true, your dreams i created for you - you wouldn't do the same.

Even when i cried you promised to stay by my side but you left me here 

Now your asking me to stay i feel i am being betrayed - It was my turn to steer.