Reach Out
‘Reach out’ they say
Like it’s an easy thing to do
But I might as well climb a mountain
When it’s only a hill to you
Who’d want to know this ship wreck
This mess upon the floor
I have no strength for fighting
I can’t even open the door
I am the party pooper
I’m the rain on everyone’s parade
Why inflict myself on others
When I can’t play the charade
‘It’s just attention seeking nonsense’
That’s what I fear they’ll say
And so I keep it to myself
Until it goes away
Yes there’s days I’m happy
Times when I’ll join in
But now is not one of those
So I’ll hide and draw within
Krys
This post originally appeared on our first site, dis-spelling.org.uk in 2018