Single

From the outside it seems I have it easy

No spouse to bicker with

No childrens' mouths to feed

No pets to groom and exercise

I no longer have a business to tie me to extra bills and red tape paper work

I don't have a car to maintain and pay the rego

And I don't even have a tv to clog up my hemorrhaging brain

But what you don't see are the monsters that hang from my limbs

Those dead weights of loss, guilt and grief

They are the kind of beasts for which no medicine brings relief

They are parasites that feed off my energy and leave me a desicated shell

What you don't understand are my financial restrictions

That preclude me from participating in your world

And what you don't know is the mammoth effort required to tell myself I matter enough

When there's no one to come home to at night that would say, "I need your love"

It needn't be from their tongues, but may be in their eyes

Or perhaps you just know that living for them is good, even if they don't realise

But me, I live for no one... at least no one that truly needs me

And that is what in a twisted way both threatens my soul and frees me