Whispered Hatred

Why do I listen to those who mean me harm?
Why should I care what they think of me?
Is their opinion of me truly important,
Or is it only your eyes that can see?

Why do I let them inside my mind?
Burrowing down where it matters.
Sowing the seeds of doubt and fear
Reducing my world to tatters.

But what if their words are truthful?
What if they see the things that I can't?
Does it pay to live in ignorance,
Or face the consequences of losing all I want?

They tell me you still love her,
That I'm just a temporary distraction in lieu.
That you want her back in your home, in your life
And I won't even be a memory to you.


But what do they know of this man that I love?
And how can they know what you'd say?
And what could they gain from hurting me so,
And seeing me suffer this way?

I knew from the first day that the line would be long
And that I always would stand at the rear,
But the moments we shared and the talking we did
Kept my happiness ever near.

For they were not there when you kissed me,
Or looked deep in my eyes as we talked.
And they didn't see the way you made love to me
Or the laughter we shared as we walked.

So why do I listen to those who now hound me?
The ones who want you and I to part.
And why should I care if they hate me or not
They can't understand what's in my heart.

So I shut out their voices and dry all my tears
And refuse to be trapped in their hell.
And I count the minutes and hours til I can hold you again,
And all in the world becomes well.



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