Penetrating deeply into a heart much colder,
Gone is the time for need of a comforting shoulder.

Sympathy and caring far less then genuine,
To the realization, you are not a patient of mine.

Seen as a sight of angelic manifestation,
While truly a heathen of antagonistic isolation.

A heart that bleeds for others without a witness,
But trying to shrink your head was merely witless.

Trying to fix aspects that I felt were broken,
Only to see they were merely ways of coping.

With problems that inflect both of us the same,
What I view is my own scope, is not always that insane.

So I see what I see, and I feel like a **** heel,
But one does not always find the need that they feel.