Help Me Written By: Sharonda (Y2Krazy2003@aol.com) I always listen to others, but what about me? Am I not human? Do I not have problems, feelings, and difficulty like everyone else? Are my feelings not important? Should I bother talking? Because you surely don't listen. Don't I have problems at home and school? Don't I have loves and crushes that hurt my feelings? Don't I cry too? Why should I listen to you? Isn't it "Do unto others as they do unto you..."? Why aren't you listening? The fact is I need help. Now, even if you want to start listening, I feel I cannot tell. I have to learn how to tell my problems. Like a child, I have to be taught. So now that you've gotten this, how do you feel? Don't feel sorry. Your not the only one. Everyone does it. There are the few that don't, and I thank them. I don't feel like unloading my problems on you though. Help me, help me, help me. I feel trapped. I feel alone. I feel tormented. Did anyone know this? Did anyone sense this? Am I just having a bad day? No. I am not. Because if that were true, then everyday would be a bad day. Why do I look so fucking happy? Should I show what I feel? Breakdown in the middle of class? No. I have to be strong and uphold myself...for myself. Who can I go to? Can I come to you? Help me, help me, help me. But don't show it. And don't be greedy with the friendship. I am tired of trying and receiving nothing in return. Why should I go out of my way? I am so fucking tired of listening, when you are only hearing. Hearing and listening are not the same. Stop hearing. Please, please, please listen. And please don't go out of your way now. It is to late. Just give me advice. And don't overcrowd me with your problems. I have my own. I will continue to listen to others though, because that is who I am. But maybe I should slow down until I feel respected. I am tired of hiding. I am tired of putting on my happy mask to be around the people I feel so close to. Let me free. Let me fly. Help me, help me, help me. I don't wanna die. Alone.
Reason for writing:
The people I considered my friends never listen or treat me with the respect I give them. They basically pissed me off.
Birth sign: Libra
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