Responsibilities, still

Happiness is what i feel
at a sight on which my thoughts had long been filled
it's not important what he thinks i feel
but what misery that sight had healed ...
neither is it important that he knows what i feel
coz by that sight i had nothing revealed ...
I suppose he cares not how i feel -
well? ill? or caring still?
it's not what i may feel
but responsibilities, still
that's gonna have this friendship killed
and in its place, numbness to instill ...
It's not what or how we may feel
that's gonna change the deal:
though friendship has to be checked and feelings killed
memories will still prevail;
so ... my thoughts i'll not reveal
the pain i'll just conceal ...