I often wonder what you think, 
Your actions are different then mine.
We really are never quite in sync,
You're always working never giving me time.

There's more to life then just work,
I'm needing more from you.
When you're home, you act like a jerk,
When I'm here, I sit and stew.

I always try to reach out,
Nothing is said it really hurts.
I'm numb and mostly pout,
You're stressed and always curt.

It wasn't always this way,
It's so hard from where I stand.
If you could see what you portray,
You would understand firsthand.

I'm completely numb and don't give a shit,
I'm sick of complaining to you.
I'm bored and tired; I hate to admit,
I'm sad and completely blue.

I write you notes to tell you how I feel,
All you say is you work and provide.
For me, its a fucking ordeal,
I sit home thinking what I'll decide.

Lately I'm just not amused,
You really need to change.
I really feel quite confused,
You're actions feel a bit strange.

I pray and keep going,
I have a family to care for.
I would not want them knowing,
Because loving you is a chore.

Hopefully soon you'll get it together,
Because the longer this goes on, I wont stay.
There is far too much pressure,
I deserve happier and brighter days.