Poetry that I made for some reason

The mud

The mud
I am stuck in mud
It incases my feet as I struggle to get out
I call out for help but my peers don't see the mud  and see water
Just get out
I don't know why your having a hard time
But for I am stuck in mud while they are playing in the water
From they can get up and leave and I am sinking in the mud my calls and pleads are not heard until the mud is at my throat and I am struggling to breathe
They pull me out of the mud and into the water why didn't you tell us they ask but for I had ask and they hadn't listened so now I sit in the water but no matter how many times I dunk my head though I can not wash off the mud for now it is stuck in my clothes.
I see a girl in the mud I offer her my hand but she refuses
She doesn't believe she is in the mud and doesn't what help
My peers tell me she is fine yet she is not
I pull her out to try and save her but she pushes me in the mud because she didn't want help
I am now lying in the mud begging for help as I fall deeper and deeper as the rain starts pouring on my face yet the clouds are there they refuse to help me under the oning because they do not believe I need help
I crawl out of the mud as the rain hits my face and go under the owing but it doesn't help, I am wet and covered in mud but I shall play along in the sun for I am not in the mud yet covered in it every where I go but they don't seem to see it so why should I?