"what did you do?"

I don't even know you!
A liar,
a manipulator,
how do you look in a mirror?
…I don't understand.
And yet I love you,
I forgive you,
and we all fall for your lies,
time and time again…
we'd like to believe you,
like to be blind,
but you prevent even that.
You hurt us,
her,
her,
him,
me.
Doesn't it hurt?
To know that you're the cause,
that you and you alone
are the reason for the tears?
For the body-shaking sobs,
for the lack of sleep,
for the skipped meals,
for the wall-banged heads,
for the fear,
for the pain.
Doesn't it burn your conscience?
I don't know you,
I don't understand you,
I hate the pain you fill us with,
and yet I love you.
I don't understand!
You don't know,
you just don't.
You don't hear my prayers,
don't hear the sobs,
don't see the scars,
you just don't.
But I love you!
God knows I love you.
If only you knew,
if only you could understand,
if only you would try,
if only you would see,
if only you wouldn't hurt us so…
but I pray for you,
I do.
I ask God to help you,
ask Him to let you see,
to let you love.
You just don't realize
how much all this,
all this pointless stress,
crushes me.
And it doesn't matter what it is,
it's never mattered what it is…
just the fact that you lie,
that you hide,
that you cause the hurt and tears,
that's what matters.
I wish I knew you.
I wish there was more to do
but to try and pray and love.
I don't hate you,
but I don't know you either…