Time Better Spent Alone

Help

As I cower in, a corner unknown,

you stand there,

and reap the work I've sewn

with my utmost care.

You knock me down

and drag me around.

They try to help,

but you always come around.

You go over with a razor

the pictures I draw

and turn to flesh

what was pencil and paper.

You hold me tight

even as I struggle

to find a light

in this time of trouble.

The light I saw

was golden and beautiful

until you dragged it, too,

through something fearful.

As we try to escape,

together in arms

you hold us down

with verbal tape.

When someone came,

to help us through

you gave up.

If only that were true.

You came back,

but we had built

a wall from attack

and felt no guilt.

We survived

but only so,

and the one who saved us,

just let go.

So we stand on our own,

together through life,

we will measure it all

in laughter not strife.