Trapped

I am invisible to those around me.

I feel no pain and yet I suffer.

The pain is sometimes to painful to bare.

I can not sleep, I can not eat, and all I have to do to cry is think about my past.

when I dream it brings up a suffering little girl I can not bare it.

I must not watch.

Poor little girl you help so many people and yet no one seems to notice your gentleness and compassion.

I will not let any one see me suffer.

For me that is weakness.

And its the fear i cant escape.