Cycle

Your soul I see,
Sadness I feel...
It almost fell,
The tear I try to conceal.

As I saw you looking at her,
Seeing the misery, I looked down.
How you gave too much,
But even a glance she did not confer.

If only you looked my way,
If you listened to the every scream I gave,
You would never ever be hurt,
Nor get saddened by her existence.

Ou, I see this someone,
Looking at me the same way you do at her.
Now, I know the feeling, of your difficult show...
This endless cycle of despair.