Everyone needs a helping hand,
To band as one,
To fight not run,
To have some fun,
And to help lift the tonne.

A hand to hold,
When it's getting cold,
When you need to be told,
That you are the gold.

It'll be there for you,
When you're feeling blue,
To give you something to do,
And something to look forward to,
But you've no clue,
As to why they stay with you.

As to why they help you through,
Your life that is a devilish stew,
But they make you feel as good as new,
Get you out of that horrid zoo,
Make you want to get back with the crew,
All because of this hand, who knew?

The questions grew and grew,
The theories starting to brew,
Why was this hand helping you?

Well, that's easy,
Because they care,
So, if you ever need a helping hand,
Know that there's at least one in this land.

I see the stars,
Shimmer and shine,
Glinting on the dark night sky,
As if they are all mine.

I make a wish,
Begging it to come true,
And that wish is...
Well, I can't tell you.

It's a secret,
Like most of my life,
A secret that can't be stolen,
With a sharpened knife.

But I know as a fact,
That the wish won't come true,
I secretly know that,
Another secret, with nothing to do.

I waited patiently,
On the park bench,
He was ten minutes late,
The minutes ticked by.

Twenty,
Thirty,
Forty,
He wasn't coming.

But I still waited,
With hope.

He never came,
I'm still waiting.

Youth,
As I watch the children,
Playing and laughing,
I wonder what my life would be like,
If I had that opportunity.

Youth,
As I watch the children,
Smiling and hugging their parents,
I wonder what my life would be like,
If my parents had cared for me.

Youth,
As I watch the children,
Riding their bikes around the park,
I wonder what my life would be like,
If we had that kind of money.

Youth,
I wish mine was more like theirs'.

You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.

I grew up thinking that,
People couldn't make you feel anything,
It was all self inflicted,
All your train of thought,
And the way you saw it.

You can let it slide,
Like water off a ducks' back,
Or you can let it get to you,
Let it circle your mind,
Ruining your self-image.

But now I know that,
What people say, can hurt,
Not only emotionally,
But physically,
Especially when it's a loved one.

Someone close to me recently said,
That all I did was stay at home,
Sleep, and write poetry.

That's all my life really was,
Three things,
Three aspects of my personality,
And the only three.

Life isn't always going to be sunny,
There will be a few cloudy days,
A few storms that will eventually pass,
And a few barriers that need to be broken.

People can't make you feel something,
But they sure can influence it,
Not everyone would agree,
But isn't that what an opinion is?

I'm more than three things,
I am human,
I am important,
And so are you.