I Expected It

I expected the words
That quickly fell
From your lips;
"What the hell?"
But it didn't dull
The awful pain.
I wished that
I could make it rain,
To wash away the sorrow
Of your betrayal.
Somehow I got it wrong,
And your self-fulfilled portrayal
Of youself was wrong.
You weren't as understanding
As I hoped you would be,
And so here I'm standing
With my invisible shame.