"Write about what's in your head"
I know I shouldn't
But I should
I know I annoy them
But I need to
I know it's frustrating
But it gives me some sort of peace
I know I'm being self centred
But I need to know
"Really?"
I feel the first bit of anger and frustration
Yet still I press on
I bow my head and avoid eye contact
They stare at me
"promise?"
This breaks the last line and they snap
Yelling and shouting and screaming
"None of your fucking business! Shut up and leave. Don't come back for an hour."
The words hurt my head,
My only thought circles around my head with a trumpet
They didn't promise
They didn't promise
They didn't promise
They're still yelling but I do something I shouldn't, something that will ruin everything,
"Can I help?"
"You? Help? You never help me. You don't even try."
They suddenly go quiet and still
They whisper close to my ear
"That's why she's gone, isn't it? You never help enough."
I never help enough. And I'm sorry.
