Not just a book

The dark side of meganne
Call her an IT if you must.
As if she is an old tricycle starting to rust,
And collecting dust.

If thats what it takes to help you sleep at night,
I guess it’s my pleasure to make it alright,
For you.

But what about me?

How should I feel,
Knowing that you cannot face what is real?

When I,
including the dark side of me,
could use more of your focus.
Sometimes I feel broken and hopeless,
I just need a hug,
I don’t want to bug you,
for it.

I said I was down,
You turned around,
And told me to see a therapist.
I just need you!
To help me get through this.

I just need a touch of human connection.

No more rejection!

I’m not an infection.

Some sort of disease.

I’m begging you please.

Take another look,
I’m not just a book,
that you can turn over,
When you don’t like the cover.

Its time that I take a stand.
It’s time for you to accept me for all I am.

I hope you finally understand.

That I need you to prove that my life has a purpose,
being in yours.