Sideline

A year has passed and i finally realize

just what the hell i really am

a song popped in my head

some may say it doesn't sound right

but in essence i am the sideline

sure he lives here

sure we pay bills 

but he doesn't do this with ease

he complains, he whines

he wants to leave

meanwhile i get passed up for another

it's a holiday and i get to start it off alone

i get to spend it all alone

and no matter how i turn it

it hurts

and yet he wants to ask me mundane questions

does he not realize the pain he has caused?

does he not realize the rage he set off?

i feel the storm brewing inside

the anger, the hurt, the shame

the feeling is overwhelming

to be downgraded from the main to the sideline

how much humiliation can one take?

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[cassandra violet]

"sure he lives here
sure we pay bills
but he doesn't do this with ease
he complains, he whines
he wants to leave"

These lines struck me the most. I feel sadness for the subject of the poem, but I also feel compassion because this situation is one that seems to be of growing popularity.

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. wow ... what a title ... and what a thought ... beautifully expressed ... very poignant and so true ... it is indeed unbearable when one is sidelined ...