Why do you treat me,

with such a disdain?

As though I'm a burdon,

a nuisance...a shame.

You eyes say so much,

in the little you speak.

You give to me, nothing,

of that which I seek.

You brush me off,

and just toss me aside.

Don't you realize, each time,

there's tears that I've cried?

You're flippant and brusk,

as though you don't care.

You don't allow me to grow,

to blossom or share.

You blow me off,

with that turn off your head.

And every time that you do,

I more wish I were dead.

So cold and so callous,

is your stone-hewn heart.

Too much more like this,

will soon be our depart.

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