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I write to tell a story-to paint a portrait of myself
Reality is hard.
I keep from torturing myself..by language-art expression
Therapy’s too costly to shead the pain that I’m expressing
My brain’s filled with depression
With no place to release
In constant battle with a spouse who always force me to retreat
I daily swallow pride, but the portion that I eat
Only fills me with resentment
Down-time leads me to thoughts of a questionable commitment
On a quest I seek fulfillment,
Look to a day that will be different
I always feel alone, but beside me stands a person
And love was once a pleasure but it’s turning into burden
Hoping there’s a cure so that the problem will not worsen
Because the joy is slowly fading
I want the sun to shine on us with something that’s ablazing (madeupword! :)
The scriptures in the Bible say that love is something patient
So I maintain strength for both us with hopes that we can make it
In hopes that there’ll be empathy, compassion, something sacred
I see it all unfold as if I’m trapped inside the matrix
But the ’s too complicated
Wish we could go back to something basic
But we haven't
Holding it all in until it seeps from all my pores
Resentment i have stored....and stored
Walk into my house, you'll feel the tension through the door
Resentment from the ceilling to the floor---I want to leave it
But until both of us admit the problem , this will never be defeated
Resentment
