What i see.

I sit,
And I watch,
As troubled thoughts,
Race through his mind.

It's obvious whats wrong.

He's hurting.

Deep inside,
Yet trying not to show it.

Yet his eyes betray him .
They tell of his pain.

Those feelings that hurt.

The feelings of inadequacy,
Of not being able to pay the bill's,
Of the job never being done,
Of life never slowing down.
Of not being seen.

But most of all,
Of not being heard.

Though he struggles through,
Barely making it by.
It never seems to be enough,
To please her critical eye's.

Though he may tell her,
That she is beautiful,
And perfect to him.
And though he may relly mean it,
She never belives him.
She barely see's the good in herself,
And then she gets angry and tells him he's lying,
When he tells her what he see's.

Though he doesn't want to lose her,
It seem's that all she wants to do is,
Run away.

Though he continues to try,
To show her how he feels,
She never seem's to see,
Though he will continue to try.

Because he may not know much,
But what he does know is that,
'He loves her.'


to bad she wont realize it,
until its to late.