No rhythm/rhyme to this one; I just felt like writing it.
These are the words that I’m shouting
I am talking to you-
No, don’t look away,
Don’t pass me up, don’t pass me along
To her. I hate her,
She’s vile, and most importantly:
She’s not you. I don’t say ‘help’ very often,
But I am asking you,
Please give me a sign to settle my mind
That will help me through
All my pain.
A human is worth the risk
Or your career; sometimes
A true friend needs a hand up from a ditch
That she’s jumped right down into.
There’ll be no patronisation,
No ‘do better next time’-
Don’t tell me to wipe away my letters,
In favour to save you
From what you hide.
I am asking you,
Please, please- please help me,
Please heal me,
With your care that you despise.