There's No Beauty in the Breakdown

What disappoints me the most about you
isn't who you were,
but who you've become and now fail to be.
I loved you then
back when you wanted something out of life.
when you were trying to put worth to your name.
Even if your methods were immoral-at least you tried.

Now-you're different.
Let her make your decisions for you
what's acceptable to society-
must be right.
Even if it doesn't make you happy-
even if you have to be spiteful-
just to feel alive.
To feel anything, but sorrow and self doubt-
remorse-
regret-
Try not to slip into denial.

It's a little harder to escape it
the thought of who you've become.
Not a tattered coat upon a stick
because that's poetic-beauty in the tragedy-
glory in the fall-
No-now you're just tired;
gave up on real love-
gave up on life.

What disappoints me the most-
is who you now fail to be.