What am I?

 

Her pain I can see

Although she tries to hide it from me

 

Her bruises, purple and blue

Her skin many different hues

 

The dried blood she covers

Just shows the pains she endeavors

 

I want to comfort her, hold her close

But I’m afraid that if I do, it might be worse

 

How cruel the world

To treat such a feeble girl

 

When I sleep in my soft bed

Someone is hitting her head

 

While I am dreaming

She is screaming

 

When I laugh and play around

She is being beaten to the ground

 

When I feel happiness

She feels sadness

 

When I open the door to someone who will knock

He will barge in then turn the lock

 

She will cringe in the corner

He will give no time to warn her

 

She’ll hold herself tight

She’ll pull back in fright

 

And I just stand there and do nothing

When I should be doing something

 

But I can only stand and watch

As my best friend shudders at his harsh touch

 

She will cry her heart out

She will shout

 

Yet no one does a thing to save her

From this horrible horror

 

What kind of friend am I?

To just let this go by

 

How does she see me

When I just let this be?

 

I must be a monster in her eyes

To just turn away and act like this is a surprise

 

What kind of friend am I?

Author's Note

Just something I dug up from my old files. I can't remember what I was thinking about exactly, but I think this came to me after thinking about child abuse and how some might pretend to be blind out of fear.