Trapped

Trapped in this writhing pain, conducive only to sorrow and midnight fears.
Not heavy enough to be love, not light enough to be friendship.
Just enough to be painful.
Mine is a tell tale heart, masked by a painted on smile.
Nothing more than a facade.
This intolerable pain haunts my ever waking moment, keeping rest at bay.
When the escape of sleep finally finds me, you dance across my dreams.
Just perfect enough to be real, but much too perfect to ever be mine.