Don’t Ask Me..

Dont ask me if i’m happy, just look within my eyes,
they  scream of disillusionment and pain
for  a life promised in youth of unending joy,
but replaced by numbing boredom

Don’t ask me if I feel loved, just listen to the platitudes offered  yet I,
without a shred of enthusiasm ,saying I don’t need to be fussed over,
but no-one ever sees the bitter tears,
of a neglected heart

Don’t ask me if I would do it all again, to have sold my soul to
a loveless god and asked for nothing in return except love,
yet  finding only complacency and acquiescence
in a life of mundane disenchantement  

Don’t ask me if I love you,the words catch in my throat and exit as
a spiteful whisper, low and menacing ,carrying every ounce of resentment
I can muster, yet still I make it sound
like a sonnet of genuine passion

Don’t ask me anything, just throw a cursory glance my way
and accept what you think you see, a shell. devoid of life, love and joy,
but smiling inanely whilst dying inside inch by inch...
because  in truth...no one ever did ask me....