The pale walls of your existence haunt your every day.
Your anger consumes your lonely soul, single-minded in your rage.
Self-absorbed and selfish, never truly understanding the meaning or your sad life.
So full of promises and hope...
Foolish of me to ever think something could lay behind that beautiful exterior.
So much love is given to you, all in vane, for you could never possibly understand the meaning of it all.
Your pretty words and delicate touch flooded my mind with false bliss.
Now that your façade has fallen, what am I left to hold on to?
Misplaced anger and hatred. That is all.
Do I truly wish to spend my days living in such a manor?  
Is my love strong enough to endure such  unneeded anguish?  
I am scared. For I love you so much.
You, just another lost soul in a sea full of them.
Living day to day life in an endless search for your own personal gratifications.
Only giving to gain, only gaining for yourself.  
I long for the day that you are able to see past your own vain ideals.
But, alas, that day may never come.
I've tried to see past all of this, for the sake of love.
But, once again, I am the fool.