Cliché

 

It is a cliché

I always forget

That when you ask

I give all of my everything

                     

It is a cliché

I constantly ignore

After the laughter

All that’s left of me are tears

 

It is a cliché

One would say

When in pain I suffer

While you linger in the arms of another

 

It is a cliché

They always say

When one cannot admit

Actions speak louder than words