This is the closest thing to satire I have ever written. (Written on October 18, 2007)
I see them hurting.
And I can tell you all about their pain.
I watch their tears in storms like rain.
I see them crying
But from inside my bubble
There's just enough distance to save me from trouble.
I see them begging.
Though I don't want to hear
So to keep from feeling, I won't go near.
I see them bleeding.
It must be contagious.
Reaching out to touch would be outrageous.
I see them needing
With desperate hearts open wide.
Yet I cannot help in all my pride.
But I see them hurting.
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