Feelings

There's a constant pain
That sits in my heart.
It sits in my brain,
And also my arm.

I try to make it go away.
But I never can.
Silly of me to think it would,
So weak I still stand.

At the end of every rainbow,
There should be a pot of gold.
I hear it in every saying,
But that saying gets old.

Because for that to be true,
I'd have won this fight.
For at the end of the tunnel,
I should see the light.

But it will take one more cut,
One more break.
One more fight,
That's all it will take.

Yet that's not the case.
At least not for me.
It will take many more,
And then maybe, I'll be free,

But for now,
I'll go and fake a smile.
And hold in my feelings,
For a longer while.