My heart must be swollen
As I could feel every ton
Of what seems to be water
In its very core.
My soul must be dead-tired
Of having to carry
A load so unfairly heavy
For one who's never wished
To ever put burden
On anybody else.
My mind must be near wreckage
As it continued to dig into my past
To find what horrible things
I might have committed
To be punished so gravely.
Maybe it is this heroine's fate
To live with sincerity and respect,
But to be taken for granted;
To be willing to sacrifice,
But to be treated as though replaceable;
To get by in peace and quiet
But to be shaken so horribly;
To give a hundred percent,
But to receive much less.
This story apparently
Has nothing more in store
But pure tragedy
Until the very end.