Tired Soul

Apparently a dark night.

I hate what I have become

A person of patience and tolerance

I bow and give at every command

My love is the stories of old

My hate the newfound truth

How I loathe the very feeling

Despicable is the idea of caring

It all only brings sadness and despairing

Strength is what I try to exert

But in loneliness it becomes dispersed

Between me and you

I hate all that will be true

For it gives nothing but s**t

I can’t even write how much I hate it!

All I did was truly try

And now seen all that I have despised

For this sadness that I thought I could overcome

Has taken me and made me undone

My heart laid bare to your own despair

I fight so hard to make you share

Yet all I say is please don’t cry

For I see the beauty in you own eye

It all seemed to be going so well

Maybe this is just really hell.