Book of Poems

Helpless

I hate that feeling when you worry not for yourself but for everyone else.

When you can't help but worry,

no matter what it does to your emotions,

what it does to you.

I hate that feeling when you're caught between two forces,

two friends you can't,

or won't,

fight with.

When they fight with each other.

I hate that feeling when you know it's not your problem but you care, you worry anyway.

When no matter how much you think through it you still want to fix it,

whatever it is.

And every second it isn't fixed kills you a little.

I hate that feeling when someone keeps something from you when all you do is care about them,

When they tease you with not knowing,

and yet only tell someone else to tell you.

And you're filled with a burning curiosity,

a need to know, whatever it is, to make it better.

I hate that feeling.

That feeling that brings everything together in a bundle of confusion,

sadness,

anger,

desperation.

I hate that feeling,

And yet feel helpless to it.