Old Wounds, More Scars

Every word, every action

Judged and remembered

What is said and what’s not

What’s done and what isn’t

Obligation and expectation

Nothing escapes

So a time has come

Now it feels hollow and fake

There was a time where I tried

But somehow it seems

My efforts went unnoticed

With the good forgotten

Or simply unheard

For what should I fight

When nothing is seen

But your wounds and hers

Why can’t you see

The scars that I carry

Why don’t you remember

The attacks I received

After so many times

Why I am still

Waiting for you

A simple question

Or just checking in

Why don’t you ask

When a fight is done

If I’m ok

Or how are my wounds

Still time goes on

Unheard I seem

While once again

I’m stabbed

With that same knife

A fragile bond

To which I hold on

All my grievances

Buried and hidden

All for fear

That speaking out

Will break beyond repair

That fragile bond

To which I hold on

With each time

I tried to speak up

To share a little of my pain

I get shut down

And suddenly somehow

It seems to be

All my fault

Or imagined by me