Battle of loyalty

Like the times that we shared,
The mistake that i have done,
I can hear my past being told,
But not my story that they talk,
Their very own life,
What they face,
Similar to what i had,
As i shook my head and sigh,
The turning of life,
Can sometimes be connected,
Like a teacher that i am,
Leading and be their shoulder to cry on.

So much for the keeping my heart strong,
Fighting ever so hard alone,
Struggling to keep on smiling and laughing,
When night comes,
Sometimes tears and the yearning heart seems to be torturing,
But when the dawn breaks,
I would wish it would only be night,
So i don't have to open my eye,
Seeing the image and memories of you when i'm awake,
The finger that once pointed at you were pointed at me,
Ever so fiercely,
That when i hear the story of ours but about them being told,
I was pierced through and through,
As i see myself in the very same path that they are,
The scar that i left upon myself,
I got up and told them my famous lie,
The famous story that none can see,
For they have forgotten to ask who it may be,
As i give them their strength back,
To fight the very last battle of loyalty.