They don't see it

I don't think they ever will

When I'm broken all they see is a servant trying to get out of work

I'm more than that

Please see,

I am not trash

I don't want to be threatened

Take sympathy on your own child

I just want to know the love others feel

Please leave me be

And cast aside your rage to see the dying child in front of you

You ask me what happened

But its you who have done this

You will refuse change and continue to be blinded by your anger

So you may not see past resentment.