Friend Or Foe? Call It Frienemy Poem by jolenish fiber

She cries and falls apart before me,
loathing the world in it's entirety.
Rocking back and forth in a pitiful shape,
a pitiful puddle of useless tears.
All I do is watch.

No longer is she inspired,
no more interested in passions.
Negativity corners her in impossibility.
There's nothing anybody can do,
and she doesn't want it.
All I do is sit and watch.

I know there is nothing to say,
but my true reaction would lack sympathy
and compassion for my fellow man.
All I do is sit and watch.

The more she cries,
the more I hate her inside,
I want to slap her,
scream the obvious.
But she won't take it,
she won't hear it,
she won't feel the true pain of my strike.

All I do is sit. Watch.