Empty

Empty (13)
I stared at you,
Thinking ‘not this night too…’
Since childhood till now,
You’ve worked all day long.
I’ve wondered why and how,
Can’t you feel there’s something is wrong?

I know you work because you care,
But I can’t stand it that you aren’t there.
So, my heart began to crack,
Don’t you feel there’s something I lack?

Now I’m a teenager,
With a heart that’s in danger.
Someday, I’m sure,
My heart will be no more.

I ask, ‘Mommy, can you braid my hair?’
You refusal is the thing I cannot bear.
We both know I’m too old for this,
Yet I hope you will do it, at least.

‘Why do you want it?’ you ask,
Questioning my purpose of this simple task.
I use a smile, my usual mask,
‘No reason,’ I say at last.

I walk away without hesitating,
A sword was turning and twisting.
You don’t realize that I am lying,
When my soul is actually hurt and crying.
You don’t know the real me,
For you never have the time to see.