What's Compassion

A polite hello

A forced on smile

No compassion in this house

Happiness it seems

Does not exist

 

Our duty is always first

In our life’s

Forcing oneself into

A lifetime of solitude and servitude

Working by day and crying by night

To dream of things that will never be

 

A shadow forever lurks in our wake

To follow us no matter where we stand

Whether it be in a crowded room

Or alone curled up hidden from the world

 

It will always be a polite hello

A forced on smile

And again

No compassion in this house