Without Help
There is something in me that is troubling.
Something that hasn't always been there.
It's strong enough to be hate, and fragile enough
to be my self esteem.
It's not like me to like the dark but I am comfortable here.
I don't want to be.
I want to fight it, I want to find a way to move,
get up, pull back the curtains, go outside, talk to someone.
But how can I talk to someone when I feel like everyone is
just waiting for the perfect opportunity to use me?
To stab me in the back when I least expect it?
How can I let anyone in after that.
It's lonely here but I know I am in company with myself,
and I trust her.
I think she is strong enough to bring me back without help.
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