AT THE END OF A ROPE
I am me But what if I don't like me? I twist and I turn so that everybody sees the part of me that I want them to see. Nobody knows the real me, because I won't let it show! I can't let it show! Can't let anybody see how bad I feel my life is. How I have so many problems that I can't handle. And nobody wants to see a depressed young individual on the brink of suicide. So you don't see. I twist and turn more. Everything is inside now. Away. Away where nobody can find it. I hope. Twist. Turn. Some more! More! Somebody might see.
Published 1987 in A Modern Look at Despotism |