Completely alone now and hidden deep inside
are all the many unnoticed painful tears I have cried.
Trying my whole life to show you that I care
showing through your actions you will never be there.
Always plenty of love for everyone else it seems
the only time I share your love is solitary in my dreams.
I remember brief visits scattered here and there
but I also remember the times I met with your cold stare.
I look inside to find the answers for your hate
so many years have gone by and I feel it is now too late.
I wonder if you know or see what you have done
it is sad to watch as you ridicule or make fun of someone.
It never makes you a better person to find fault
still you seem to take pleasure in every verbal assault.
The hateful words go on until you have your say
relentless abuse then asking your victim, “Are you ok?”
Phony words trying to explain what was wrong
for this person is too sensitive and needs to be strong.
The complete hate you must always carry inside
to destroy so many people and watch while they cried.
Those of us who love you have paid the price
we keep waiting for those days when you try to be nice.
It’s a game for those who know you must endure
what’s really wrong is you are just completely insecure.
I pray some day you will finally be at peace
for your troubled mind and soul to gain their release.
You long to fulfill the final ultimate destiny
to accept the embrace of death and to finally be free.
© Brenda Sparkman
August 7, 2007
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