pain, anger, love, hatred,

all the feelings gathered up inside

am I just expected to stand by?

she's at her lowest,

she needs help?

she needs the love and care from those whom she loves?

what about me struggling to breathe because they needed me?

what about me falling to my knees to do what you please?

what about the lease,

almost living on the streets,

not knowing if I was going to eat?

why should I have to stand by,

and be by your side?

you're in pain,

and now I will be a shame if I still see your vain?

you want people to feel sorry for your times,

but I only see you for your crimes

the person who was supposed to protect me,

love me,

cherish me,

and support me,

only cared for she

I had to fight alone with no home,

wanting to get hit by a stone

I sit and wonder if I'm the problem,

but I know that I can't be solemn

so no, I won't be seeing you,

because you knew,

but never viewed