Human Nature

How is it that we can handle abuse from the ones we love so well,
When all it does is put us in a deeper level of Hell?

Why don't we stand up for ourselves,
Instead of sitting there like a broken puppet on a shelf?

Why do we believe the things they say,
When it's all just a trick; a play?

What makes us love someone,
When all they do is block out the beautiful sun?

Why do we sit in their chaos and darkness,
Their anger shaping around us like twisted arches?

Why do we do these things,
These things that we believe are so sane?