poem # 4

indecisive little girl
you are so foolish
you beat yourself up
to have people come to your aid
little girl
tsk tsk tsk
i shake my head
and wonder
who would love you?
it's me that is probably the reason
you hide in your little corner
i tell you to
and you obey
no one loves you
stop wanting
and write
about how they ignore you
oh, she's nothing much
just another person
to hang out with
to talk to
not to hold
and protect
you have wishes
but they are blowing in the wind
i spread them out
the dust is gone
there is nothing left
of any of that
just anger
push them away
that's it
yes
good.
obey me
and succeed
or look for help
and figure it out
put the pieces together
make this make sense
and have someone help you
but who would?