The pace of the rage you see
Amazes the one who stands away
She watches with tears riding her flushed cheeks
“I want to intervene”
But she stays in the dark watching and crying
Her skin so white
It makes it a chore to hide
She can see the ignorance and lack of effort
From those around
“I know how to help, why won’t he ask me?”
The tears are rivers now
Rivers of pain infused with hope and rage
“Why won’t he..?”
She collapses now…
But she never hit the ground
She feels she is forever falling down
Never allowed to run along the forsaken place she was raised
The sunlight may hurt her but the pain of seeing the salty drops of suffering cascading down your face
Crippled her in so many ways that would make the sun’s ray envious
You let your problems elevate
Leaving them above the atmosphere
Where you can’t breathe
The lack of oxygen makes it seem as though your mind is receding
You are repeating
And she sees it
She knows you know
And now you know she knows you know
So she wishes you well
But she won’t help unless you want her around
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