Unacknowledged

They see my looks and they let it sit upon their tongue

The idea of cruelty is harsh Bitter I will not admit

I am just helping him

Curt words spit at me through distant eyes

I tread so lightly as not to wake the beast

The break of those that surround is uttered in every word

Each look is lonely and never left alone

I can feel my malleable bones moving to whims other then my own

Be carful as not to fall into this maelstrom

I am lost upon the questions

The dreaded answer still sitting on their tongue