Lost in your eyes

When all hope is lost

I put both of my hands on my head.
In shock, disbelief; or is it just annoyance.
I’m here, but I’d rather be somewhere else instead.
I’m not living up to your expectations; a fact you convey with such flamboyance.

I say, “I am who I am.”
She says, “I don’t know who you are.”

I explain to her, again, why I invest so much into my passion.
I tell her that all I want is for her to believe in me,
But she says I’ve lost touch with reality.

But my insight is at a hundred percent,
And my hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Reverse psychology; don’t try to use it if you can’t.
Trying to amplify my shortcomings; to hide hers that are plenty.

I’m tired of the confrontations,
The loss of peace and the altercations.
I love her, but she isn’t worth the fight anymore.
I am more than capable of fighting for it, but I’m just not motivated as before.

I know this doesn’t come as a surprise,
I can see that all hope is lost; in your eyes.