I hear when you speak to me.
Sometimes, I try to talk back.
I watch you from afar and close up as well.
When you were young you sang along to the radio,
You made brightly colored pictures with smiling faces.
But now, bruises on your heart, your world has fell.
Years went by, fighting was normal, almost comforting.
But it got louder, longer, scarier. And then it stopped.
All was quiet except the faint sound of weeping.
Everything changed, even the lighting.
I saw the gloom on your face when he went away.
Hopefulness when you thought he would return.
I saw you go to her for comfort.
Her mournful glance made you cry for her to stay.
Instead of watching you play with dolls, I saw your eyes grow dark.
You have confessed your anger, your confusion.
I cannot ease your feelings, only listen.
If i could only give you some sort of kind remark.
I have been watching you all these years; I know the story.
Of how you became warped and deceitful.
Of how you turned away from so-called "normality".
I saw it all coming, your fall from glory.
The perfect little family is no more.
My glass covered eyes show the expression in yours:
Cold, faraway, and full of remorse.
Weight on your shoulders, swelling heart sore.
I need to help you before you are emotionally maim.
But no, I sit here reflecting the life you want to forget.
Photographs of the happy past taped on my face.
Horrific images pressed into my thin frame.
My eyes form to you, they follow your line.
Examining curves, analyzing motions.
Inspecting expressions, scanning for signs.
I'll keep you safe; away from them
So you can once again shine.
