Resentment floods my mind in waves
As she turns from me in contempt.
I want to laugh at her,
For irony abounds in her accusation.
I want to cry aloud
For the injustice I have been dealt.
Instead I sit in anger,
My blood boiling hot,
My gaze growing cold,
My heart turning numb.
The very mold I have shattered
Time and again
Is once again forced upon me
By her ignorant scorn.
My effort wasted,
I scream silently for justice,
But none exists in this world
Of broken hearts and fatal attractions.
Sorrow burns bright
As I slip back into my shell,
Not knowing if my goal
Justifies the struggle.
What they say is true, I suppose.
Good guys finish last.
Written 4 April 1995