It used to be that you bared you soul,
Allowing all to see your delicate side.
But lately I sense a change in you,
A hostility deep inside.

I can't be certain it's really there,
Or if I am mistaken instead.
But by projecting bitterness,
You have rattled my head.

You have left me with no choice at all,
No choice at all ...and I must face,
The always real and rarely pretty,
Pain outside my space.

No, it's not all flowers and candy,
and flashy smiles all of the time.
And thank you for reminding me,
With another astounding rhyme.

So I as spend the rest of my day,
I will try to be much more aware,
That someone, somewhere sits alone,
With nobody else to care.