Poem: What Purpose?

The angry, sad
person
who shares my space
directing her
dis-ease at me
gives me cause to
run away
I know not
what else to do.

Talking does not help,
if they do not want to talk.
Action does not help,
if they only ask for more.
Silence does not help,
if they scream anyways.
Oh God,
What is my purpose here?