Fear of Asking You for Help
I can’t tell you how scared I am
I can’t tell you about my fear of being left alone
I can’t tell you about the kids who laugh at me
Or the voices others don’t seem to hear.
I just sit quietly in my seat
In my own personal hell
Of wanting your help
Wanting your support
Wanting you to take notice the way you never seem to do
What’s the point in telling you?
You’ll just look at me and laugh.
Or stare at me like I’m crazy
Until I give up and leave the room.
Teachers are here to help.
That’s what they always told us.
But how can I ask for help
When you clearly don’t care?
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