Their faces were blank, but their

eyes told their thoughts. They don't

know what is growing inside.



We could talk until the night ended,

but we still worked nothing through.



I can only help you do so much, I can't make

the pain go away they say.



What's left if I have to face the monsters

inside the ones I love.



They come out at night or when the sun shines

too bright. Or if it's raining or when I stand

on one toe.



I protest for respect but the war goes on.



A sharp bladed sword and shields of gold or

maybe a tree to climb high in the sky will

protect me from the fierce fire growing

inside!



But the war is over before it's begun,



Because I am not the fighting one.