Burden

The last poem I wrote called Loneliness talked about how alone I feel right now. I feel as if the person I rely on the most right now can’t be around even though I know they would be if they could. This is a sequel to that poem and talks about the same situation, but in a different light.

It talks about how I feel about my feelings right now. It discusses the idea that I feel like I’m burdening this person by bothering them when they’re getting on with their life. It’s not my place to be involved in every piece of their life when they haven’t done anything wrong. 

I’m very confused at the moment because of this situation. Most of the things I write will most likely be about this situation I’m in. 

Burden

I sit here crying 

with this lonely feeling.

It hurts every time 

I think about my feelings.

Even If I try not to.

 

I sit there thinking

about that person.

They do what they can. 

It’s not their fault.

So, why do I complain?

 

They do what they can for me.

I should be happier

with what I do have.

I can’t help it,

but I’m trying.

 

I’m tired of being like this,

but It’s how I feel.

I don’t know how 

to cope like I used to.

I’ve never had a healthy method.

I don’t have one at all now.

 

All I can do is try.

That’s all I know to.

I hope it gets better:

I’ll try to make it that way.

 

I’m tired of this.

Tired of being a problem.

I’m tired of being like this:

Being a burden 

to those I care about.