You Make Me Sad

You make me sad

And in a beat make me feel joy

I feel like a puppet, a victim, a toy.

Every touch and word is so precious

That you make me feel sad.

You make me feel sad

Simply because you

See it the way I do

But you have somehow

The tools to brush it away

Pretend it’s okay

To drug and dose yourself up

Close yourself in

Without losing your mind

The way I always do.

You make me sad

Because in your fingers

Words and heart

I see so much love

But you stockpile and hide it away

For another reality, another day.

You make me sad –

Because even if you

Cannot share it with me

What about all those

Suffering souls

That live in your songs

And your mind

As I know they do

Can’t you share it with them too?

You make me sad

Because I am built to nurture

And I see things in you

That I want to help grow and bloom-

So many times

I have rested a finger on it

But always you shrug it away

With little grace I might say.

And I see you move to protect yourself

Go like so many

To hate and to blame

Then fan out your pride

Peackock feathers so tame

Protect a fear inside and

It is then you become small

And then you make me sad.

Quite delicate in stature

I know that inside

I have captured

A strength and compassion

And intuitive understanding.

I know that I

Must sound demanding.

But why can’t you see –

That what you see as a weakness

Is a strength?

Please -

Don’t make me sad.

Perhaps I can reach

Help this tender release.

One more push.

And then I shall cease.