I’m writing poems I can’t share
Bearing pain I cannot bear..
this ennui is like leprosy,
eating into my soul
I’m shedding pieces of my self,
leaving my pride on the shelf
your anger is this wall between us,
that I can’t scale, nor control
I don’t want more pain,
I’ve got troubles of my own
your anger, your sarcasm mocks me
and is consuming me whole.