Do you have any time today?

I thought we might need to talk.

It seems your work stole you away,

I guess they are only thoughts.

I wish we'd speak, or sit awhile,

But then you'd call me a loon.

I've seen you say it to other children,

Though I need to speak up soon.

Feeling trapped inside my head,

I'll help others to stifle the hurt.

If I fix their problems, maybe that'll cure mine,

That is if I don't blurt.

Hearing others problems is kind,

But don't dare speak up, it ruins her image.

Tarnishing the painted silver,

That I've been sanding now for weeks.

I'm tired of dancing around the truth!

That you take out your guilt on me.

If I hated you, would you speak?

Because that's how it seems to be.

I'm hurting, crying, inside I'm dying,

But you don't seem to care.

Because that would be calling you a failure,

I walk alone in my despair.

Hullo Readers,

This poem is inspired by my own personal childhood experience.

I have a severely disabled sister that became a major source of stress for my parents,

And in order to handle that, it seemed as if they shut off their ability to love, and to care.

I've always struggled with severe depression since I was young, but could never find the heart to say anything, whether it be for fear of judgement in an ignorant family, or for fearing that I would be a burden to someone else.

If any of you dear readers feel sad or depressed, I'm here for you. Sometimes, the thing most important when we feel like that, is a caring ear to listen.

-G.E.Paul