Complication

Complication.
I am on the verge of complication.
I am turning something which 
is totally irrelevant in the eyes
of bystanders.
What do they know?
What do they do
when my heart is torn from its place?
They can't say anything,
they have no right
to say utter crap about something
that hurts like an arrow to the heart,
or worse, far worse.
See, this is the bad thing
about the heart and the mind
of a person who is affected
by every word said 
about things
that they have no right to talk about.
So here I am,
on the verge of complication,
crying tears that fall,
but never land...