Tribulations

She was,
She still is,
The girl of my dreams,
Known only to me,
She has her demons - that she fights everyday,
The battle is sheer beauty mixed with perpertual sadness,
The struggle elicits the angel in her,
Of being judged and looked down upon,
Of being used and discarded,
Love thought gained yet lost in its own elusiveness,
Hate poured upon her by the ignorant crowd,
Prejudiced for how she looks and how she should behave,
With all these odds stacked up against her,
She should give up,
She has to,
But she won't...
That's why I love her,
And the same reason I won't tell her,
Why?
She does fight... But I don't,
Because I won't be the lesser devil,
The voices consume me - drown me,
I don't want to drag her down,
I'll just watch her from the increasing depth that is my everyday life,
Its not fair,
It never will,
So I just politely fuck off.