I feel a dull ache, down deep in my chest.
It never lies still, it won't let me rest.
So I give and I give, until I have nothing left.
Until I am empty, of all emotion bereft.
But that is not enough, I must keep on giving.
For as long as I breath, for as long as I'm living.
I give all I have, yet get nothing in return.
For all of my efforts, I get nothing but spurn.
For all that I give, they do nothing but take.
When I open my heart, they drive in a stake.
And as I lie bleeding, they lick at my wounds.
Announcing their victory in heart-rending croons.
I do not give freely, I expect to be repaid.
Just a few kindly words, and some true friends made.
Is that too much too ask, is it too unrealistic?
Or am I just naïve, too idealistic?