Left right and center I have different peoples views.
Views on what to do,
who to talk to,
why people are acting the way they are.
Asking for advice or decisions I just can't give.
I'm a roundabout.
All around me people are rushing around on with their lives.
Some are going fast one way, straight to the best route.
Others are going the other.
Down a slippery slope.
I help them up but nothing seems to be enough.
It's slipping and I can't keep holding on, whilst trying to function to be me and trying to get through the day without too many crashes.
All around me people move on and I'm stuck.
I can't move.
Once I'm low there's no way to bring me up.
I can't cope with anything anymore and everything is just a mess.
I'm falling behind with life and I don't have the power to pick up all my broken pieces or scraps of work missing.
I'm falling apart.
Can nobody see me?
YOU ARE READING
Poems with a twist
PoetryWhen I get to my lowest I write these. Let's hope I never have to use them. (Or not) If you are a lucky enough to be part of this (you will know if this applies) , then congratulations, your existence has made a big enough effect on my life to be me...
