Usseewa

Helpless

I can't watch this,

I can't read this,

I just can't.

It's all too much, this hate.

It's all so wrong, our fate.

Was I born too late?

I feel something deep within--watching this unfold.

I feel fear, anger, and deep deep wrongness.

I can only ignore it so long--until they come for me.

I feel helpless--paralyzed--watching

I feel sorrow and depression.

I can only dream, hope, and plea.