What would You Think?

Life became a difficult angry mess to be sold out by everyone from in my relationships...

When I felt alone in my nights essay,

I lie alone in the bed guessing,

Who do I feel is more alone?

My widow father or his beloved one?

Did I kid myself in life lessons?

Or,wishing I made a good decison?

It's uncomfortable to speak of him.

Can't he see I am giving in?

Alone in my nights essay I fear

can't stop guessing, why he can't be clear

why I have to pretend to mourn

the father who left my heart torn...