The Unseen

What is the deal of 

Being kind or whatsoever?

When ultimately I'm the one being hurt.

To be kind they say 

But what's the real use of it?

Cause I see none.

If my own don't get me

What to expect from others.

I was kind enough 

To let them make me gone.

I'm just tired of being 

The understanding character 

That you draw strength from.

Cause what's about me who

Has none to understand or depend upon?

Just being the unseen like always...