I tell me things
I want you to tell me.
That I'll get better.
And that I can do it.
And that we can get through it.
"Hold on,
I'll be here whatever will be."
I tell me things
I wish you told me.
That I am a blessing.
And that I am perfect.
That I am enough,
And that you need me.
"I need you, please stay."
I tell me things
to prepare me.
That the world isn't lovely,
And that it can get messy.
That life isn't easy.
And that trying to survive each day
is not funny.
I tell me things
I never told anyone else.
That I am just me.
I can't be my best,
That I need help,
just like the rest.
I tell me things
Which can break me.
That I am shaking,
I'm afraid,
I'm dying.
Just do it,
don't complain.
Don't talk back,
just listen.
I tell me things
to help me.
That I wasn't designed perfectly.
That sometimes, I can be a little crazy.
That I am not okay,
and that that's okay.
See, I have been lonely
for quite a long time.
That when I speak, I sing,
I can't find my rhyme.
Alone for a lone time,
I have no one to talk to.
I've no one to talk to, so
I tell me things to remind me
I still have me.