Have you ever been sitting when the pain is gone
And the hurt flows in like a tidal wave?
Your friends all smile, it’s not with them.
Yet one finds a way to drive the stake in deep
And strike right down where we all know it hurts.
There is no blood or bones, but still
For some reason it stings you all the way through.
All the while he burns against you,
Describing your wrongs and transgressions against him.
If only he knew of all the times you’d considered
Removing yourself from the group, for the better.
Without you there the anger couldn’t focus
And the agitation would stop on a dime.
Relief would come to you, as well
Because there would be no cause for the guilt.
Truly, if he knew the pain of being rejected
At the moment you ask what is wrong.
You have shot him down before, just to talk
But he always knew the concerns.
Now, in the dark, you try in vain
And he accuses you yet of treachery.
He thinks you plan against him every hour
Ironic…everyone else sees the pain.
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