byStander

It's not my allies, it's not my foes.
Not the one's who shout, not the oblivious.
Not the dumb, not the deaf.
Not the blind, not the impaired.
It's you. I loathe.
How can you be so calm?
Do you not flinch even a little?
Did you not cry a little bit inside when you saw it happening? 
Didn't your heart stomp and tell you to do something?
Didn't your brain go haywire and push you to move atleast a muscle?
Didn't your eyes shut involuntarily and make you ashamed?
Are you seriously so strong that nothing is an influence or so weak that no influence makes you feel strong enough?
Someone cried, someone stared in shock.
One came to console, other to just sit by.
Someone called for help, someone helped themselves.
But you, you just watched.
Watched as if nothing happened. Watched like everyday melody.
It's you that I loathe.
You, dear bystander.