Alone vs Lonely
Prose, in its simplest form; poetry, the straight forward way.
What is wrong with me?
I am in the midst of figuring out where I am and why it is that I am.
Here is what I know;
I am incapable of achieving perfection nor anything near.
I; just like you, am suffering.
I cannot choose. I cannot choose between this and the ladder or even simply this or that.
Help me.
Show me.
Hear me, please listen.
Can I break more than I am already broken?
Where do those pieces of myself go when they leave me? Where do those pieces go when I lose them? When I toss them aside in haste; where are the parts of me that were stolen?
How?
How can I fix what I have yet to comprehend.
I don’t understand you and as much as I could want to; I may never.
You do not understand me.
You do not understand me.
I fear you never will.
So am I alone?
If I ask out loud, you will say to me I can’t be.
Hear me, please listen…
If; I am not alone;
What is wrong with me?