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I wish that I could speak

The way you do to me 

With no reserve and confidence 

But I know that will never be 

My role is just to listen

It's what it's been right from the start 

I'm your confidant and therapist 

To unburden all your heart 

But you never think of me, do you?

Of how it makes me feel 

You know nothing of who I am 

Of the wounds that just won't heal 

I've got this great deep well 

Of longing and of pain 

Of emotions bubbling to the surface 

That I simply can't restrain 

It's now showing on my fingers 

On my face and on my toes

The manifestations of my distress 

Tied up with little bows 

You speak, and I listen 

And I listen some more 

No question of how are you today? 

If asked it's cursory and a chore

And after all that talk 

I no longer want to share

Because you're not really listening 

And so blissfully unaware 

And so my heart is torn 

The pain wells up so strong 

Despite my guilt at feeling it 

Because I know that this is wrong