help!
help!
help!
but it is imposible
how do you help me?
I am battling myself
ripping myself from the inside out
I am the only one causing me pain
an old fear that had scabbed over years ago
ripped off
gore afresh
help me!
looking at me
nothing out of the ordinary
but oh!
I am a master of disguise
a smile painted on my lips
flinching only when you turn your back
help!
the only word that will never escape my lips
I will not worry you
I will not worry anyone
help!
please Sierra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a smile painted on my lips flinching only when you turn your back help! this is good. great cry for help. very good job. Becca