Not one of my finer moments

Fierce anger whips through me as I recall the injustice of watching one person emotionally beaten down by another
When I look in the eyes of the victim I see broken heartedness
I see pleading
Tears unwept
Confusion
Hurt welling up and choking them speechless
I feel like threatening the abuser
I feel like reaching out to the victim, even if only with my eyes
I want to tell him he deserves more than this
I want to tell him to listen to his heart as it cries out
But alas, I took the cowardly stance and said nothing
Only looked on with sadness