I tend to cry many a night
When things don't seem quite right

When hope, joy, and love
Bug me for a game of hide-and-seek
When all I want to do
Is drift off to a neverending sleep

I have many issues you see
And none of them are quite fixable by me

To the folks at home
Who are too engulfed by their pride
Why can't you see
I'm not taking in stride
I am sorry
I don't mean to disrespect
Only that you can't read my mind
(Will you please cut me some slack?)

To the father figure
I never had
You never called
Never asked
Never cared
(Where were you when things turned bad?)

Then when it comes to you
[My best friend, my lover]
I have to admit defeat,
Because although we're through
I am consumed with vorfreude when I think about you.

But indeed; you are right
By the unspoken rule we shall abide
The past and present shall not collide.
(Though you're still in my thoughts every night)

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To everyone else
I respect,
cherish or adore
I apologize for being such a bore.
(And for using poetry as a vice)