I could close my eyes,
dream while I’m awake,
I could shake the tree
of memories
of the dried out leaves
of regret and suffering.
Do you hear me now?
I’m here shouting aloud.
I need more than kind words.
I hope you’ll understand if I don’t
always say the right words,
I’m not here to impress you
or change who I am
to meet your expectations of me,
I’m here to be me
and I need help from someone, anyone.
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