Boil My chest is frozen I cannot breathe She continues on blithely Unaware of the emotions that seethe She talks about him I can tell she likes him a lot Why couldn't it have been me? My face is growing hot But our time is past I am yet snared with another So now we are simply best friends I might as well be a brother I stifle my emotions I cram them back down inside And then I force a smile forward Pretending happiness as I hide I ask after him and his Feigning interest and delight I say I am happy for her But everything I say sounds trite Even now I feel the boil Of all the trapped compressed feeling My only salvation is a chance future And to this tiny light I cling I nurture and covet that thought A tiny prospect of a few years When we both will be ready for each other And I can leave behind my tears