It pains me to know what is happening,
When I shouldn't know.
It's a pain that burdens me,
A pain I cannot show.
If I please my tears,
For If they fall,
I will be surrounded by my fears,
And I will receive my final call.
I silently watch the feed,
It fills the screen hourly.
My anger needs to be freed,
But I sit alone cowardly.
I ask myself why,
I look at this with intent,
I set myself up to cry,
but with not a single tear wept.