Tuesday, 31 March 2015

I said. I did. But what of you?

I said I would be there to support you
To hold your hand
As times became tougher

I promised that I would wait in the wings
while you went off and lived your life
and I sat by the window, dying inside

I told you, you were perfect
Kind, gentle, loving, loyal
as I felt unwanted, unloved, unworthy

Where are you now?
when I need your support?
Do you feel my pain?

When is it my time
to benefit from your patience?
from your understanding?

Will you ever tell me I’m good enough?

forget yourself, your troubles
appreciate whats right in front of you?

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