Struggle

The words you try to say,

are cold and hard.

The love you claim,

Is felt, but restrained.



I give you everything I have,

but all I get back is half a cup.

With all I give

I hoped it would be overflowing.



The days I'm beaten,

my pain and hate is silent.

I hold myself from exploding

The pressure forever building.



All I ask is for you to listen.

Not give me cold lectures.

I know it could be worse,

but I'm still in misery.



I know you can't see it.

That I'm dying inside.

With all the pressure

holding up the world.



Can't this jester have a day

A day with no mask or tricks,

and be real for you to see

how weak I am from the wear.



From all the times

I hold you tight

telling you it's alright.

While convincing myself I'm right.



You don't see the pain

the worry, the doubt.

I have to be strong

to lift you up.



I need a hand too

Just so I know it's there.

I'll be strong for you

If you can hold my hand.

by Jester (Viewed 307 times)

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