My heart is troubled,
more often now than ever before.

Complications of what I see,
as a one way street.
It is a continuous road that never stops.

It's not a give and take,
requiring me to sacrifice more
and more each time.

I don;t even benefit from it.
I don't expect to.
But a little appreciation or
thought would be nice.

I feel like I do this out
of the goodness of myself,
but there is little returned,
if anything at all.

Again, I wouldn't do it
for the sake of something in return.
It just ***** when there is no
reply or reciprocation of what
I have done for them, ever.

No thought or inclination,
not a moment of time,
no mention or even notion
of my existence.

I grow tired of these complications of
no reciprocation.