Outward agony



You lie and,

You yell and,

You kick and,

You scream.

You're blind and,

You're deaf and,

It's not what it seems.

You don't love,

You just lust,

But you don't know the difference.

You don't think,

You just argue.

It's becoming your hindrance.

And now,

You're left with all the pain.

And you,

You think it's all the same.

But you're burning these bridges,

You're digging these ditches,

You're cutting these stitches,

You're rusting these hinges.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem of "T"