Pleasing the Pain

You sing as though I can't hear,

that the words don't sting,

Like my love never mattered,

that my broken heart doesn't exist.

Ignoring my pain,

for your own pleasure.

Tears stream down my face,

but you're in a different place.

Pain so raw,

I have to walk away.

Are you ok?

That you'll never ask.

I may as well wear a mask.

I need my friend,

but he won't see,

too busy ignoring me.

My suffering an inconvenience,

so no one cares.

Unless I am smiling,

no one is there.

I'm sorry for my pain,

It's always in the way.

M. Scott 10/25/10 9:40pm