The Watchtower Poem by Rachel Brewer

People don’t see what’s around them, because they couldn’t care less.
They get on with their lives and don’t worry about anyone else.
As long as everything goes perfectly for them, why should they notice?
That’s how I see these people.
They don’t see because they don’t want to.
They don’t want to feel anyone else’s pain.
Maybe because they already have enough of their own,
Or maybe because they genuinely don’t care.
I see these people everyday, from my perch up here in the watchtower.
I live through them because I’m afraid to get down.
I’m afraid that I won’t survive the pain I have.
Let alone if I felt for anyone else’s.
I can hardly breathe as it is.
So I’m going to sit up here and watch everything around me,
Just like a good watchman should.
This tower is my home now,
And I’m sorry if that means I can’t help you