Help Me

Help Me
July 15, 2008

I try to tell you
All the pain I am feeling
But I don’t feel it when you are near.
You ask me what’s wrong
And I try so hard to tell you
But I hate to hurt you.
You are the world to me
And I don’t know how to tell you.
I try so hard to be the “Perfect Girl”
But I feel like all I am doing is hurting you.
You say I make you happy
But sometimes your face says otherwise.
I see the sadness
And the pain.
Your past has been hell
And I never want that for you with me.
I hate that your friends see you more
And can comfort you when it should be me.
All because of my lack of courage
We have to hide our love from my family
You say you don’t like to date people
Who are in the middle or aren’t out
But then why take the chance with me of all people?
Why not date someone better?
Why not someone more like you?
Why not someone who is out and not in the middle?
Why did you pick me of all people?
I wish you could tell me.