Empathy

Seconds tick by on a broken string,
sands through the hourglass seem to stop.
Time passes in an endless discord,
life in suspension, a neverending journey.

Rock beside the road, watching life pass me by.
The hopes and dreams I had vanish with each dying day.
So much left to live for, so little in my hands,
so much left to lose.

Cruel words thrown in recurring, pointless arguments.
How quickly love can turn to bitter rage.
How long before I realize I'm worth fighting for?
How long before I burn it all away?

Why can't I make you feel
what my heart is screaming to be heard?
Why can't I make you understand
the fear inside my heart?

A strength as fragile as a spider's web,
an inner toughness as weak as a child's anger.
Too many roads to choose from,
so I'm sitting on the sidelines again.

You used to feel me in a whisper,
know the words before I spoke them.
You used to sense my presence
in a single word.

Your empathy strikes at the oddest moments.
A flash of anger, a surge of understanding.
The slight turning up of your faintest smile,
as you say everything's all right again.

The slow passage of time stops.
The second hand ceases ticking.
And everything is all right again,
if only for the moment.

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But I know the difference between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder which of us do you love?