Invisible.

Why do we love people,
When they continue to unravel before us?
Why do we stand by them,
When all they do is pile on the pain?
Why do we listen to them,
When all they do is talk riddles?
Why do we knock at their barriers,
When the Demon is the one who’s let in?
Why do we curse and lecture them,
When they won’t do anything to help?
Why do we look at them and smile,
When inside they could be nothing at all?
Why do we ache for them to be happy,
When really there’s no place for two at all?
Why do we wait for them believing, 
When its not you they want to have?

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