HELP! 1/7/2014
I can’t help
but think the way I do.
Every hopeful
thought is unintentionally preceded by a derisive one.
I can’t help
but see the way I see.
A pristine
horizon always hidden behind a numinous fog.
I can’t help
but hear the things I hear.
Earnest
compliments so rarely given that I confuse them with cynical criticism.
I can’t help
but feel what I feel.
That I’ll
forever be searching for the unattainable.
I can’t help
but be the person I am:
Just a scared
little girl in a big, bad world that seems to
mercifully GIVE
to others
to only ruthlessly
TAKE from her.
I can’t help
but think of how unfair all of this really is.
I just can’t
help but wonder when someone will notice that I’m still here and in need of
some serious
HELP!
