Elder

They say they care,

Yet they compare.

Even in despair,

Even when I need repair.

I don’t want to talk,

I don’t want to blame,

Even don’t want to explain,

Even don’t want to understand.

My weakness is weapon thou use,

And shocked when I say loud.

I am imperfect, a shame, a waste,

Yet thou call it care.

Confusing love with hate,

Minstrel is titled a disgust.

I do my part wise,

Yet my victories are fake.

‘Why’ is my existence,

‘What’ is my contribution.

Affection is long dead,

Everything mine is nonsense.

I did it for thy dream,

I did mine sacrifice,

Yet a stranger is better to thou,

And I am thy regret.