The Coffee Mug

Sat alone huddled in the corner
Watching how the others act with you
When you come sit right next to me
Still feeling so very lost and blue

For every ten sentences to them
It's only three or four words to me
Your support for them overwhelms me
Silently trying to hide all my misery

Eyes glancing round the room
Sudden lump forming in throat
Holding back sobs that are rising
Trying my hardest not to choke

Funny how it's a simple coffee mug
Has me recalling all the sad goodbyes
All the arguments and angry words
Countless times you made me cry

Reading those words on that mug
Really not knowing how to react
Just knowing to hide my emotions
Can't let you see it affects me like that

And so I didn't mention a singe thing
You never knew my heart broke in two
Never knew I felt such melancholy
You just really didn't have a clue

Later when I finally arrived home
Was when I allowed tears to fall
How could a simple coffee mug
Succeed in making me feel so small?

I'm never going to forget those words
Coffee mug inscribed with "best dad"
Acting like you're suddenly their real father
Yet never with me, and that's why I'm so sad