HALF EMPTY

IMAGE BY AUTHOR’S DAUGHTER

It is not right nor fair,
That you live in despair.

Your glass is always half empty,
When your life is full of plenty.

Misery loves company,
but I am not it,
I have grown tired of your energy,
anticipating your next fit.

I give too much,
I am always your crutch.

Enabling a behavior,
That is not in your favor.

Self-preserving throughout each year,
Having a broken heart with no bloody tears.

Where did I go wrong to be treated this way,
It’s only a phase, those encouraging say.

I wonder if we will make it through to the end,
When will our tension turn to laughter becoming BEST FRIENDS!