Silent Pillar
I am the forgotten sister.
I pass out love I cannot recieve,
And empty my cup, never to be refilled.
As my soul screams,
I stand, attempting to be a silent pillar.
My face is stony, immovable
When my mind twists and bends.
A clear distortion is viewable as normal
Even as I shove away those who reach out,
As though I am living life on a balance beam
Instead of the cliff it is.
I'm just trying to build a bridge.
I'm clinging to love wile shoving you away.
You don't have to talk to me.
I know.
But I am the invisible kiss,
So you never will.
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