Is This All?

I can see the lies
pour from your eyes,
Every time you look at me.

And behind that smile
lies the ugly truth
that cuts me in two
When I look back.

You are the knife that tears me open
every night
before I sleep.

I hate that
I could shove these words in your face,
and scream them in your ear,
but they would come out as a whisper
that you’d never hear

Because you don’t care.