What's Happening To Caring Ones? Poem by Sadistic Cupid

The few of us, empathic and caring ones.
Often mutedsupporters of those who are the to proud ones.
Stuck with tears I won't let show ones.
Misunderstood by the I didn't want let you down ones.
The whispered well wishes of the loving ones.
Unheard of by the pride of the often too loud ones.
From the before, or may be after, there time ones,
Who were left out by the clone minded ones.
When the I'm still trying to give and I don't have anything left ones.
Keep choosing to be divine to the greedy blinded by grace ones.
Turn spiteful cause now they are the why my heart aches ones.
Who now seem to be the Angel who has lost its