Isn't he Great?

Not for the first time I've felt like I am nothing to the people that I should mean the most to. Nonchalance is the only word I could use to describe it. I mean, yeah when I am there and when I on good terms with someone it's all gravy. When there is a problem or something that they did, instead of admitting that they hurt me or did anything wrong, they just don't. It's left as something that I have to get over, though when I hurt someone I apologize and try to move on.
Thinking back, that's how the vast majority of people in my life treat me. They love me, but they can do without me. When I'm sad, when I'm hurt, it's easier to imagine me smiling than depressed and sad. And when they ask about me, well...

Isn't he Great?


Awe, look at him...
He struggles to fit in,
his outlook on life is grim.
He fights to be his own man
because when they see him they see his dad.
He doesn't like who his is turning out to be,
inside he is angry and sad.
There is a lot he holds inside,
like since his mother passed he cries himself to sleep,
that he hides,
with the fact that he doesn't eat.
He says he can't handle all the problems;
but his smile is so straight.
No, he can handle them.
Isn't he Great?

His nails are brittle and his eyes sunk in,
his vision is blurry,
his hair falls out as he weakens.
But, no worries...
he's smiling bright.
No one notices his skin is pale
or his body's internal fight to stay well.
He smiles,
and no one notices how thin he gets.
He hasn't been to dinner in a while
but his clothes still fit.
So no one asks,
he says he's already ate, 
just relax.
Isn't he Great?

The doctor doubts
that he's alright,
or will wake up after he fell out. 
His body will no longer fight.
He is sleep but looks dead,
he says not a peep alone in his hospital bed.
Forget what the doctors has to say,
what does he know anyhow?
He was okay the other day,
He'll wake up in a little while.
Awe, look at him.
Every day he grew to hate,
his outlook on life is grim.
Isn't he Great?

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