For the imp

Don't you dare judge me...

It's not my pain
not my hurt, not my anger
It doesn't even remotely concern me
So why do I insist on borrowing it?
Why do I wish to seek permission
to dislike the person who causes it?
If it is futile to offer help
why does my soul still be ready to give it?
It is not for the man that owns my heart
but for the crazy boy who makes me laugh.
Am I even allowed to be concerned?
Anger flushes through my blood
and protectiveness rises again.
It isn't my battle to fight...
I have plenty of my demons to fight
So why do I worry about his?
Should I be concerned that they are taken care of?
The situation troubles me alone
and why it does torments me further...
Someone solve this puzzle....