Faking, faking...
And neglecting, squelching the life beneath you
Which lashes and slashes to break through burning solitary;
Hate clawed and trapped by vicious resentment and exasperation.

He’s grasping for relief, crying for compunction,
Desperate to offer what you should provide.
He’s pressing, pushing, pressing -- arms go limp
For invisible walls cannot be moved.

Your fear and jealousy drowns breath and life
As you collect puncture wounds like shining diamonds.
Once undaunted hopes now shattered like heart’s first break;
“Vivacity must sprout from inert remains.”

His eyes never light with mirth nor solace
No joyous spirit rises when
Slithering worms born of deceased ambition
Burrow in the cracks of injured confidence. 

Hopeless, hopeless, that’s how you’ve left him...
Absent of a fight, with secrets swirling under a facade.
Let the boy alone;
Why can’t you leave him to those who can love him?