Patience is a Virtue

                
for a helping hand        
is all that I ask        
I do need help        
I need you to help me        
with this problem        
this unresolved        
conflict        
this little thing called        
balance        
       
how many years        
do you think        
I can be patient        
before I feel taken        
for granted        
taken advantage of        
while you brood over        
your own dilemmas        
       
eight years of working out        
your own anthem        
you’ve come to an impasse        
your conclusions are drawn        
“view every day as a miracle  
that you’re alive on this earth”    
yet possess a motto    
of apathy; fuck it all    
       
but some things        
are worth caring        
about        
       
but all that matters to you        
is having fun; the next rush      
while you play games        
and you remain        
happy        
as long as you win        
set up your interactions        
so they will never let you down      
you flaunt your own crown        
of self-righteous justification  
   
and yeah that’s gotten you  
a long way        
through your life        
       
but meanwhile I’m trapped        
on your roller coaster        
of fun and games        
narcissistic ways        
let you skirt your        
obligations        
while I die        
a little more        
inside each day        
       
so I might as well try        
to have fun, right?        
participate with you        
in your delusions        
       
but then you add in        
all these tribulations        
of defeat        
I’m always losing        
                 
your arbitrary        
displays of power        
support your structure        
while I walk on the eggshells    
of your undeserved torture        
       
so how long        
do you think        
I can remain patient        
while your incessant      
searching for release                
devours me?