Thoughts Unperceived

One that gives up is forgotten,

one that quits is not recognized.

One that stops does not go,

one who ceases is not realized

But one who perseveres is one percieved,

one who goes on ends as one concieved,

neither distracted nor decieved,

yet one who still, is never relieved.

A hard life is the life he lives,

a poor gift is the gift he gives.

He never once has a break,

he never has any time to make

He has many standing there beside him,

to support, comfort, and confide in him,

yet there is nothing he can give back,

only more sorrow, quite a long track.

He as a man to persevere,

through all the pain however severe.

He holds on through it all,

walking forward, standing tall,

but for what he feels? There is no call.

There is nothing I can do to stop it,

only fight and stay atop it.

And those who watch can never see,

the pain that rages inside of me.