Eyes on Faces

I wondered if I was okay when I asked if you were
I pondered my sanity for asking such a question
why would you answer me in my humbled state
why would you turn over your years of hate
only because i asked it of you
Just when i thought i was out of the storm
I discovered I was in the eye when all i needed
was one word, one simple expression
but i got silence
and then i got regret
i screamed at a wall to see if it would answer
since nothing else hears me and knows i exist
i called out to a stranger to not cross the street
but to swim it when the rain started
why would you mind that sometimes I’m bitter though i know better
why would you care that i feel a lack of support by my own hand
only because i didn’t ask it of you i couldn’t
just when i thought i had not harbored resentment
i found i was a planet of bitterness and guilt
all that would stop the war in me was one simple care,
one moment of time
but I got ignored
and then I got angry
How can i let myself give in to my anger
when the disease eats in before out
how can i give in to such resentment
when the prospect of friends is impossible apparently
though occasionally i find the eye again in the peaceful moment of time
but why would you take the steps I took to say
“Yeah, i got it.” Or “I understand. Thanks for telling me.”
Why would you open yourself to the unknown,
that would make you so abnormal
and just when i thought you’d understand what I needed to say
I felt that I knew what you felt before all I said
was full of anger
and bitterness
so i got nothing
and i deserve nothing.