Self-Pity
The tears that I cry are sincere
and the ache that I feel is real
and the hurt is just part of the fear
the same fear that I try to conceal
When you look at me and your face is blank
like the page of a book without words
and your smile has been replaced with a stare
there's no love left for me anywhere
When the warmth and the joy has gone out of your eyes
The dull numb creeps into the base of my spine
Compassion and warmth's been replaced with despise
And to no surprise do I find
All of the hurt and the hate was only made up
I was dead to you in my own mind.