When life is difficult or rough,

You seem to always be there.

To you I always open and give myself,

You don't judge me as I lay bare.

But do you really help me?

Do you really care?

I gaze at the on your face,

While your grin glares back unspeaking.

I see myself in your reflection,

Inviting me to play your song.

A song so beautiful and deadly

That leaves marks on all who play.

At the end of the day,

I realize I'm just a puppet in your play.

Dancing to your silent tune,

You leave me breathless and empty.

I try to live without you,

But you keep calling in your quiet way.

Oh, how I hate and long for you,

My evil and cold crutch.