Did I expect to be
typing this—reliving
the experience that
I have dread most.
May 21, 2006
Basket Case
Mood: Drained
Category: Life
it truly was the
most horrible
experience of
my life.
I knew that it
was because I
thought there
was no one who
could help me with
my problems; no one
who wanted to hear
what I had to say.
Unfortunately I
Still feel this way,
Which is why I
Know this anxiety
ATTACK will not
Have been my last.
This poem will
Probably stay private
For the entirety of
Its life, or at least
Until I decide to
Get rid of it.
I never thought
That something
Like this would
Ever happen to me.
I am a pretty in
Control-of-my-life
Person; nothing in
My life has ever
Gotten this out
Of hand. All I
Can say is that
I hope that maybe
I’ll find someone
Who understands;
Someone who wont
Look at me and say
Get help. Someone
Who will look at me
And say “I understand.
And I’m here for you
Always.
I promise.”

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