You pull me down so I can’t see the mountains
You block my eyes so I can’t see the sky.
You take the joy from every day endeavors
And I am left with naught to do but cry.

You don’t return the sentiments I give you
You never say the words I long to hear.
You don’t observe the world the way that I do
It causes me to shed an endless tear.

You know you cannot live without me
Yet you treat me as an unimportant thing.
I’m just expected to be happy
Because I wear your golden ring.

You cast a haze on celebrations
You never help me to succeed.
You always think I shouldn’t bother
To step in where I might see a need.

You put no value on my efforts
There is no praise when I excel
You spend your love on your possessions
There’s none for me that I can tell.

I cannot see a way around this
You’ve blinded me to every hope
I exist in worlds of darkness
In a TV Opera selling soap.
ljm