Sound Familiar?

You're the heroes, the miracle workers that save people from a living hell. That's what you do. Every day. You wake them from a nightmare and help them build a much better dream. The people you fight destroy everything. Their hope. Their resolve. Their will to keep going on...

And here am I, watching you at work, in awe of the miracles you work. I call out. I raise my hand. Just like you told me to when I needed something. Yet I am dismissed. Sound familiar?

My voice rises to a scream. But it's strength fizzles out on the wind before it reaches you. Again, I am ignored. Sound familiar?

I cannot even whisper anymore. Even if I could, you wouldn't hear me. Even if you did, you wouldn't listen. I am like the Little Mermaid, reduced to silent desperation, crying out to be heard. But pushed into silence. Sound familiar?

Tears fall from my eyes now. So fast a small lake has begun to form at my feet. I can do nothing. I know that now. I know now that you hold all the power. That there is none left for me. I know I am helpless. I know that if I try to rise, I will just be knocked back down again. Sound familiar?

I am nearing the end of what I can take. I am covered in dark shades of black and blue. I am exhausted and I am in pain. The people around me tell me to just hold on. But my grip is slipping and I am certain I'll soon fall. I don't know how much longer I can take this. I don't know how much fight there is left in me, but I don't think it's much. I'm this close to just raising my hands up in the air and screaming in utter defeat that you win. Sound familiar? 

It's what you rescue them from everyday. Is it possible that the very people you oppose is who you're turning into? Is it possible I am in dire need of the help you give every single day? To be built back up? To be pieced together again? To be shown a light to lead me from the darkness? To be shown my worth? To be told that I can stand on my own two feet again, and that I can go on? I am broken and I am bruised. You don't want to believe it. You don't want to believe it's possible to subject someone else to the torturous horror from which you save a lucky few. But is it possible that that's the truth? Is it possible that that's what's happening here?