Drabble – It Hurts III
It hurts to be a watcher, to see the rest of the world encroach on ours.
It hurts to see you reach your dreams and drift farther away from me.
It hurts to be your tower of strength when all I want to do is bend.
It hurts to question myself and doubt my worth when you turn to others.
Do you see, my Alexander, do you see my pain?
I hope not, because I try to hide it from you, to not let you see or know my pain.
For you see, that would hurt the most of all.
